Round 1 setting:

Tall pillars of stone surround this wasteland arena. There are few bunches of shrubs and random spurts of grass but for the most part, this arena is lifeless. Each pillar varies in size from roughly 10 to 40 feet high. The time of day is dusk with both sunlight and moonlight showing and scattered shadows about. There are few clouds so rain is unlikely but underneath the arena at maybe 30 feet depth are large pockets of water.

Klikxx gets the first move which should be none combat/prep and be purely introduction.

GOOD LUCK!!!

Eeth couldn’t help but wonder if Simon would have endorsed his entry into the tryouts. Should his mentor still live today the young battle-mage would definitely be better equipped towards such a task. There was much that could have been poured into the willing student during the lost four years of tutelage. Still, the limited lessons of the deceased warlock’s trainings had given him the foundations to step out on his own. Perhaps, he had just found the purpose that he had been looking for since the untimely death of his mentor.

Life had been tough since the day he buried the only real father he had known and one would scarcely recognize the youth as anything resembling a fighter. Let alone a competent one. His crude wooden weapon could very well be mistaken as a sturdy walking stick and the simple steel cuffs around his wrists looked like slave shackles as they peeked out from beneath the long tattered sleeves of his grimey ill-fitted top. If any one was to take a hard look through the dirt and rags they would have little doubt Eeth was anything but a worthless drifter.

The setting sun at his back elongated his shadow making him seem taller than his meagre five foot seven frame represented as it reached into the desolate arena. The lengthy silhouette led the procession into the ring before his feet had crossed the barren threshold. With even graceful strides the young scamp watchfully made his way between two large pillars of stone. Eeth’s eager brown eyes searched the parched landscape for any signs of recent activity lingering momentarily upon the sparse shrubs that dotted the parched landscape.

The journey ended twenty feet inside the rough circular ring created by the tattered pillars of stone. There was barely a sound to greet his ears except that of his own heart beat as he continued the lengthy search for his opponent. Conflict would be upon him soon enough and there was no sense announcing his presence. Deep regular breaths kept him calm in the presence of the unknown. Except for the pillars there would be little to afford protection once the fight broke out on this lifeless battleground. Oddly, he preferred it that way. He was use to loneliness.

No expression graced Hedeon's face as he walked onto the lifeles area.
His pirceing eyes darted around, examining the area.
Hedeon knew he was a threatning figure. 7 feet tall, thick with muscle and clearly heavily armed.

His dark green armor, which resembled a turtles shell, gleamed in the sunlight. He slipped on his brass knuckles.
"Where are you." he asked outloud, until his eyes found their target. A filthy fool? he asked himself. This should be quick.

Hedeon stood next to the pillar, watching his enemy.
(Sorry it's so short. I have no idea how to use this type of charcter!!! :P)

"Where are you?" he asked out loud.

The booming voice immediately drew Eeth’s attention setting his focus upon a massive wall of muscle positioned beside the forty foot pillar. The towering male rival, some seven feet in height, was menacing to say the least even at a distance of thirty yards from the battle-mage's current position inside the ring of pillars. By the warrior’s statement the glare from the setting sun had offered the former orphan from the Ville de Hemstaff some sort of obscurity although he was well aware such a luxury wouldn’t last for long. An advantage he had every intention of utilizing.

Eeth had already begun to draw upon the static magic that surrounded him when he heard the voice. The added seconds while his opponent searched the shadows would do him well. The young battle-mage knew full well that the elaborate motions and mutterings of his incantation would draw the attention of his foe if the gathering of magic didn’t tip his position first. With the knowledge that his spell would ultimately fail, its power drawn into the steel cuffs that girded his wrists, the spell slinger called upon Chain Lightning.

The spell itself was rather intensive to bring into effect even under the best of circumstances due to massive time consuming efforts to draw enough power to supply its demands. Well worth the effort in the long run even with failure expected. When a younger Eeth had successfully casted the electrical shower several bolts of lightning streamed down upon the target making the chance of an imminent strike more likely. The more time the skilled battle-mage had to pour into the ritual the more devastating the effect.

The few clouds that had danced across the sky began to gather overhead and grow dark as Eeth began to weave his magic together. The dark blanket that began to form cast its dark shadow over the barren arena blotting out the luminous glare the setting sun that had provided. There was little doubt in Eeth’s mind at this point that he had been spotted. The tortoise shelled warrior had fixed his gaze upon his location unmoving as he slipped on his brass knuckles.

“Now that could prove useful” He thought to himself.

Given his opponent’s massive size and weighty armament Eeth was counting his mobility to keep him alive long enough where his magic could become effective. He would have plenty of time to react to any advance that may be initiated. Being slight of build he had little inclination to take on such a monstrosity head on. Sure, he could probably run faster scared than the behemoth could mad. Still, to be on the safe side the wary lad took a few large steps backward placing some added distance between the pair.

“No need to be foolish.”

Hedeon's bulky figure noticed the clouds gather. A smirk grew on his face, the only sign of emotion he let show.
'This shall work out well.' he thought to himself. Hedeon's enemy was slim, and could problebly move faster than Hedeon. The two massive sheilds covered Hedeon's arm.

Hedeon cracked his neck and stroked his beard with one hand the other rest on the hilt on his claymore.
Hedeon's eyes flickered with a sudden rage. He reached onto his armor and pulled out one of the many human bones hidden in there.
He crushed it and let the wind take the dust out of his hand. Hedeon unsheathed his sword and took his stance.

Eeth continued to eye his opponent drawing upon the winds of magic and moulding the raw energy into a force to be reckoned with. Still, the behemoth he faced failed to close the distance between them which now ranged over forty yards. The battle-mage was feeling quite comfortable with his position realizing even a skilled unencumbered runner would need over four and a half seconds to traverse such a distance. A feat he was rather confident his armor clad rival would be unable to match despite a lengthy stride. Should the bearded monstrosity press upon his position he would have ample time to complete his incantation and react.

There was little the opponent offered that indicated they were even willing to fight. One hand rested upon a massive claymore which still remained dormant at the warrior’s side. The other rested upon his chest and raised in the gesture of a clenched fist before presenting an open hand to the winds. “A battle ritual?” Not that the nimble Eeth minded the luxury of time he had be afforded to weave his spell. A time of uninterrupted preparation which appeared to be coming to a close as Hedeon unsheathed his sword and readied his stance.

Readying himself for conflict the lightning gatherer settled into position between two stone pillars opposing his target. One column stood to his left roughly ten feet away. The other stone obstacle was located an equal distance away towards on his right. From here Eeth had an excellent view of his rival should he choose to suddenly advance. The position also afforded him the option to use the towers of stone to obstruct his opponent’s charge into close quarters should he choose. The battle-mage was consciously aware of the enormous amounts of energy he had been able to tie into his magic. Preparation to tie off the final strings of his attack was already being considered. He was well aware of the consequences should he become greedy and accumulate too much mana.

With his claymore in hand, Hedeon rushed his enemy. A large grin grew on his face as it seemed he was going to slash, he quickly plunged the sword into the ground and grasped the grips on his sheilds.

He swiped left, aimed at the enemy's head, then aimed a blow at their stomach. Knowing that his enemy would be fast, Hedeon hoped that speed wouldn't be the deciding factor.

Claymore in hand, Hedeon had begun his advance across the barren plain towards Eeth. The young battle-mage paid little regard to the large grin stretching across the warrior’s face. Perhaps the mammoth rival possessed some great surprise to spring upon his opponent. Perhaps he was just over confident and reckless.

It was now time to tie the ends of the potent spell together and complete the weaving of the mana that formed Chain Lightning spell. Already arcs of electricity were dancing among the blackened clouds waiting for their turn to be called forth and wielded by the lightning thief. With a skilful wave of his left hand forming an imaginary knot the incantation was complete. In his final gesture Eeth reached up to pluck the electric spears from the sky and disperse them according to his bidding.

Nothing.

It was as he anticipated the entire incantation sucked up and stored into what he like to call “Simon’s Casket of Sorcery”. The steel cuffs upon his wrists, a teaching aid from Simon, were both a blessing and a curse. A blessing in the sense that any spell caster remotely close to his locating was doomed to failure sucked up as the spell was released. The curse was that Eeth was just as helpless as the others when it came to a chance of success.

The behemoth bull continued straight forward quickly closing the hundred foot gap between the pair. Reaching the midway the bearded fighter had raised his weighty sword only to plunge it into the dry parched soil after a few giant steps. Claymore discarded the warrior extending his arms and pulled two massive shields into place. The armoured warrior had scarcely broken step as he lumbered towards the battle-mage arms open wide.

The dark clouds that had gathered quickly began to disperse no longer being manipulated by Eeth’s magic. The dispersal of the dark blanket dispersed revealing the dull luminous glow of the sun as it disappeared over the horizon. Much the reason he kept the wooden staff by his side. His magic while potent was not readily available and some assurances needed to be put into place while he prepared.
Fortunately his opponent had delayed long enough and he was now prepped for battle.

Eeth widened his stance placing his weight evenly upon the balls of his feet, knees slightly bent in anticipation as he calmly studied Hederon’s advance. His wooden staff rested horizontal to the ground loosely grasped in both hands in front of the mage’s position just below his hips. The five foot wizard stick crackled with energy as small electrical charges leapt from the surface as Eeth waited for his opening, keeping his hulking opponent directly in front.

The attack came in high from his right, aimed at his head. It took little adjustment to duck the telegraphed blow bending deeply at the knees and tucking his head underneath the tree limb thick arm festooned with the shield. Anticipating a similar attack coming from his left the agile youngster continued his momentum forward twisting his torso to the right and dipping his left shoulder to the ground targeting an area directly to the right of the giant. To give him the momentum needed to complete the roll and escape harm’s way a brief thrust created by his left leg pushed him away from the attack aimed at his midsection.

All the opponent had to strike was the void left where the lightning thief had been. Coming out of the controlled roll the nimble Eeth quickly reacquired his foe finding himself positioned behind his attacker and five feet the behemoth’s left. The reckless Hederon was likely to carry forward a few more steps in the battle-mage’s absence before he was able to slow his forward progress. Those limited steps would place some added distance between the pair although it would not be as comfortable a cushion as Eeth had once enjoyed.

Eeth would remind the gargantuan Hederon that he signed up for this fight and as such must remain alert. His opponent would pay for his lackadaisical approach to battle. Turning his head to the left to keep the berserk warrior in his peripheral, it had taken but two steps for giant to stagger to a stop. The armour clad warrior froze perhaps confused that he had come away empty handed, his opponent eluding his reach so easily.

The nimble Eeth jumped at the behemoth’s inability to react snatching the opportunity to mount an attack of his own. Not out of malice but as a reminder of just where he was. Returning his right hand taken from the staff during the roll he place it firmly toward one end sliding his left hand down the shaft resting about a foot from the other. He raised the weapon towards shoulder height drawing his hands towards his right ear. Quickly he wheeled to his left spinning counter clockwise towards his opponent’s exposed back.

His rival was far too heavily armoured for anything but a precision strike to bring him down in on blow. Although the immense electrical charge the staff could draw upon the static energy that now flowed through the air as a result of his earlier magical gathering would go a long way to even the score. Still, this was likely to be a battle of attrition and he planned to guarantee that he would be able to exploit his opponent’s weak manoeuvrability. To this end young Eeth formulated and mounted his attack.

Swiftly closing the eight foot gap between them the agile battle-mage forcefully jabbed the two inch round staff into the exposed joint to the back of the giant’s left knee. The absence of armour covering the small obscure area would allow the full effect of the blow to be felt. The attack was brought with sufficient force in effort to cripple or shatter the opponent’s knee hopefully bringing the behemoth to his knees. In any event the blow should be sufficient enough to cause enough harm to the joint to prevent the giant from shifting weight to the leg in the future giving the lightning thief an added advantage in keeping his rival at a distance.

Following contact a secondary strike emerged simultaneously with a strong electrical charge erupting from the wooden pole sending a massive jolt of electricity to course through the target’s body. Small burns would occur around metal objects as the destructive current is drawn through the body towards congregating at strong electrical conductors such as the brass knuckles. The SHOCK was sufficient enough to numb the extremities like being struck on the funny bone with a hard object. Possible loosing hand any held objects in the process.

Hedeon hissed as the mage jabbed the back of his knee with his staff. Damn. He would have to take this opponent more seriously.
A smirk apeared on his face when he saw the mage using a magical attack.

As Hedeon was striked by electricity, he grunted. His knuckles were burned from the brass he wore on them, but he was mostly unharmed.

The scales of the Nagaoise. A giant turtle-like creature whose shell absorbs magical, or magic based attacks.
Hedeon dropped the sheilds and his brass knuckles. He took his claymore out of the ground and charged his enemy once more, using bone crushing force.

First, he went low, aiming at the foor, then to the back of the knee.

(Soooooooo Sorry. I've been really lazy with this and didn't know how to respond!!!)