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Challenge: Orias Selgarde

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Vffekt on Fri Dec 15, 2006 5:38 pm


The clear sky cast with not even the hint of clouds. The sun blazed overhead like a furnace in the sky. The grass and weeds mingling with the ruins were dried but still full of life. The air was still, as Orias stood amidst the yawning daylight. Nothing could have been more still, as even the wind was steady and without direction. The earth stirred, dust whipping without wind, the soft cries of the dead radiating stronger than usual to those that could hear.

In the direction of the sun came the sound of monsters beyond the realm of mortal dreams. Their tails swept against the earth, as the passing wings adorned their backs and graced the trees below with flames. A wake of ash and flame was all the nine floating beasts left. Their maws were open, holding only flickering embers of a more powerful maelstrom of heat within. Tails adorned with spikes and a heavy stone amidst them to steady their erratic flight.

Atop the largest one's head stood a man in black, his clawed hands hanging at his sides. A human, as one might think, looked at the passing landscape with mild interest. His red eyes seemed to glimmer, despite that his back was to the sun. The coat was covered in straps, as if meant to restrain him, though none truly tied him down. The eyes that seemed to be watching something interesting, roving over every surface. The walls ahead of them did not cause the beasts any pause.

The very smallest of them, but by no means small himself, collided bodily with the heavyset wall and through it like mud. The wall dripped, having turned to bright orange molten rock at the moment of impact, and the claws of the drake dug deeply into the earth as it stood, only a quarter mile from it's quarry but well in sight.

It's brethren found their places along the wall, clutching to it with dark red claws that sunk deeply into the soft concrete, but held them without any more falter. The would-be runt was a behemoth among most dragons, red as the thick of flames and tainted forever with the blood of others. It's tongue like a serpent's flicked out with it's many tips, caressing the dried flesh of it's jaws.

The man that rode these monsters looked at the other with a raised brow that showed only a little confusion, as interest reigned on his features. The hands slowly curled into fists, as the dragons and their master awaited his approach, watching him with eight pairs of eyes. Seven were demon-dragons, but the human's eyes were infinitely more fearsome. The air was no longer steady, no longer the calm before the storm. They whipped at Orias' back, no matter how his powers might resist them.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Orias Selgarde on Fri Dec 15, 2006 6:19 pm

Indeed, the patron had been standing firm within the grasp of the emerald which would surround his feet and very figure. Hazel orbs stared out into the distance with no more than a determination weighed in by his past, consuming fear for the simple reasoning that all else had been stripped away from his memory..or what fragments lay therein. Orias Selgarde remained still as his first challenge approached, a wave of heat and molten property sweeping the proximity between he and the monstrous beings before him..that adjective perhaps including the dark entity standing atop the cranium of one of his adversaries.

Obsidian locks waft about his countenance as the air about him seemed to rise, though from his own inner machinations. Small bursts of light reflect his orbs as the sun before him cast it's hopeful radiance upon his frame, though not effecting his field of vision; he had an instrument which caused much more potent effect than that of the huge star. Speaking of such, Orias lifted his left arm, phalanges caressing the hilt of his weapon in a reassuring manner. How he must have looked foolish, appearing to be depending upon his sharp edge for survival. Such was the first mistake of men..he would not be one of those casualties.

Inevitably coming to part his lips, the heated breeze about him would provide comfort, their presentation of smothered ground in their wake responded to by a slight narrowing of the eyes. Eyebrows furrowed, his fingers were manipulated until creating small crescents in his palms; fists had been birthed. "Do you always travel with such an..." he started, giving them all a once over, "heated entourage?" he finished. Orias's clothes ruffled only slightly as he bowed his head in respect, lifting it a moment after to fixate his gaze upon the being which had stepped forth.

It's size was initially terrifying. Such a thick alignment of muscle and heat coalesced into one powerful being; Selgarde could not help but feel a potential blaze coming forth, though if anything, he began to calculate it's assistance in this dance of fire, blade, and claw. Mother Nature herself seemed to pay homage to the Kith, the trees bowing to his very presence before lifting and pushing away in a cowardly gesture. Lips pursed together once more, Orias's locks gave shield to his cold stare. If one would look close enough, the deep void that only meant death for his onlookers seemed to beckon his eventual rival..
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The dark red eyes steadied on the strange man, observing his structure and energies with a passive gaze, as both fists would find their way to relax at his sides. Carrying no aura, no scent whatsoever, rather a void that was more empty than the air away from him. Drawing in the very essence of energy at every moment, he was fused to the arcane forces of the mortal realm.

The hair atop his head was as black as his shadowhide cloak, winds that stirred from Orias' back were ignored by the winds at Vicious'. They whipped at both warriors, trying with a futile effort to pit one against the other, to settle the tense are of the scene about them. The drakes seemed restless, but as their golden eyes glanced to their master, each became as still as stone, observing the ruckus before them.

The man with the empty aura, the dark eyes and the sword that seemed more wicked than anything about him. Helpless at his left hip, it was still exuding the very fear one would feel cast naked into the depths of the Great Void. This sword was an obvious nexus of chaotic and anarchistic energies. The hand that touched his own sword smoldered with the heat it gave off, flesh charring at the touch, but giving off still no scent or feeling. His features did not register the pain.

"I would rather not leave my pets at home... They tend to destroy what I'd rather remain intact..." His blank look clouded over with a look of amusement, a slight grin at the side of his lips, "Your race is nearly gone, young one, and yet you live on so strongly. I have heard tales of your peoples, and I could not help myself, I felt the need to encounter one myself... I have to say, I am impressed." All of the wind would stop the second the last word left his lips, the world around them silenced as those red eyes stared through the warrior opposed.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Orias Selgarde on Fri Dec 15, 2006 7:23 pm

Orias was continuously calculating all that lay before him, right down to the innumerable blades of grass which swayed back and forth through their silent battle. Upon the perishing of his opponent's own force, his own would succumb to his will, wrapping themselves about him and staying coiled about his frame. "Heh..I may be one of the last...but I will not be the only one remembered." he muttered. He had unknowingly shown the angst driven by the loss of his people, muttering his words in a deep manner. They seemed to slither out of his mouth as did the prey from it's dead hunter, thankful to be loosed after captivity, and surely, death.

He studied the features of the blade as the object of his attention manipulated his frame, an emptiness rising to further accentuate his enigmatic presence. Orias turned only slightly to his right side, the follicles protruding from his cranium once again shifting to conceal his gaze. Dirt and the like slowly swirled throughout the air about the Kith, his analyzation complete..at least, for the moment. "Tell me something, "friend". What do you expect to gain out of my defeat?" he questions. He was against arrogance at this point; he was a lieutenant. As such, he would conduct himself in a manner that would be fitting any as if they were of royal status.

Though he found it hard, first impressions had remained important to him. He could remember the days of his childhood, wanting to show just how powerful he had become. And at the apex of his powerful jump to fame, he had never withered in persona. The unfortunate change in his demeanor, however, had been constructed and molded by the destruction of Sehrithei. The molten streaks lining his once pristine walls would descend toward the earth, drowning nature in it's firey grasp.

His eyes would momentarily fall from the man...or the entity, for he had no idea which he was...to the drake that so restlessly and silently pushed forth to do battle with him. The corner of his lips would twist upward only for moments, his lips parting as he mouthed a single sentence. "You'll get your chance, soon.." he would breathe, before turning his attention back to the master of such colossal animals.

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Crystalline shards of ice began to shimmer in the air all around the two warriors as they faced eachother, just after Orias' words came to an end. The air filled with a trembling chill without warning. Each blade of grass faded to an icy blue shade, and cracked. Every tree gave a groan as their lives were drained away with the lack of heat. Vicious had not moved to muster such energy, but the focus in his eyes gave it all away.

"I do not hope you are defeated... If you can defeat this one, and every beast and mechination I sed you way, you may grow strong enough to meet me in combat someday..." His words were a mild taunt, but the frozen air seemed to show the seriousness of it. The cold was not limited to the immediate area. It stretched across the entire forests, and threatened to shatter every concrete wall with it's frozen touch.

The frosty air rained droplets of whole rain for a moment as the cold turned to warmth. Before even one could touch the welcoming earth, the air was filled with the vapor of their demise. Heat blasted from his form as if from a Titan's forge. Blasting Orias with unseen flames, pushing against him with monstrous pressure, Vicious looked on undaunted. Nodding to the other, his drake opened it's wings.

As sudden as they'd arrived, six of the drakes were lifted in a rush of hot air. The heat died as much as it would on the hot and arid day. His energies fled the air as if heat leaving an open door on a winter's day. Gone to the skies, with his own agenda to attend to. Leaving behind the red drake which hungered for the battle it had been promised. It's golden eyes shimmered with a secret, seething anger, an anger stored for the enemies of it's master.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Orias Selgarde on Sat Dec 16, 2006 11:42 am

The jagged teeth of reality clamped itself all too soon upon the epidermis of Orias's frame. All too familiarly like the surprise of death's grasp upon the soul, frigid tendrils of chilled proportion would lay waste to the beauty of nature's visage. Unyielding to the unparalleled (At least, for now) force that this equivocator would exert, the Kith shifts his weight almost simultaneously to the legs; the hamstrings and quadriceps pumped a brusque power earthward, the frozen blades of flora below his steel soles ground into remnants as he vaulted backward for a great distance.

To have caressed the air with such a graceful evasive maneuver was no ordinary feat for Selgarde. Before his contact with earth's crust once more, his own ministrations were factored into the momentary feeling of change. The mahogany hue cast off by his stare flickered with blatant defiance, Selgarde's frame obediently taking in the precious elements which he had tossed to and fro earlier; unbeknownst to the fiery being which lay in the distance, Orias had allowed his winds to fuse with the bone-chilling air that loomed all about. Such a mass gathering would be less tedious with it's widespread effect, though the Kith was careful to have done this process before opportunity had been snatched from his fingertips.

Orias's phalanges danced afront him as his feet touched ground once more, conveniently distancing himself from the beast and compressing the chilling winds about his frame. Such gale forces slowly coiled about it's master's command, enshrouding him in icey wonder..but for how long, he wondered. The drops of rain before him struck his skin for moments, a testimony to the unseen force which the core of his waged war had thrust forth; had he been closer, death's beckoning might have lured him in. Tearing himself away from the shards of thought once more, the Kith broke out into a rapid dash toward his opponent.

Effectively reducing the air resistance against his form, Selgarde's footfall lay ridden with the threatening call to defeat. The blades of emerald, once lively, lay cracked and grotesque now, nothing more than a constant crackling up under his soles. Perishing with the Kith's sudden halt, they could not help but ascend into the heavens for seconds; he had made a skyward journey, ascending into the heavens so that he would gradually become level with the drake's very eyes. Staring into those amber pools of hatred and malice, Orias could not help but smirk. "So be it.." he muttered.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Vffekt on Sat Dec 16, 2006 12:43 pm

The words left his lips no sooner than the wings spread powerfully, it's crimson claw striking upward at the ambient form of it's opponent. Anger in it's shimmering eyes and it's body's sides tensed at the slight effort. The air around the beast was not of the element of wind, but a controlled force of heat that would not allow itself to be interfered with by any other element, save one.

It's scales were almost hot enough to burst the air itself into a flurry of flames, as the flesh of the Red Drake was the only type that would be able to contain the hellish heat within. Rather than the aura of a noble Dragon, this beast put off the feeling of chaotic Demon essence. It's motions were not the controlled force of a Drake, but the fierce blows of a demon. The uniqueness of this monster would not be easily overlooked.

The man in black was out of sight and mind, long gone to his own devices, but the wind still echoed whispers of his presence. Still present was the emptiness that he could cause. The wind obeyed the fighter's whim as much as it always did, but with a noticeable reluctance, almost a fear of presenting itself before Vffekt's power.

The beast's clawed hand swept upward, even as smoke poured from it's snout and hatred from it's eyes. This one must prove his worth, he must prove useful, to prove that his vessel was not deficient or inadequate. This one would be the most powerful, if he would not be the most grand.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Orias Selgarde on Sat Dec 16, 2006 2:23 pm

The ascension that the Kith had taken part in was one of controlled atmosphere, his own essence pushing him forward to lift his form higher into the heavens above. The crimson appendage's thick muscles lay overlapped with the intensity unmatched, or perhaps until this particular fraction of time in it's lifespan. Quickly allowing his motor skills to prove useful to his cause, Orias's right hand snaps hip-ward, fingers once again taking hold of fate and withdrawing the will to live. So perilous was this particular moment that he would not hesitate, the pierce of his eyes into those pools of gold unwavering.

The heat surrounding the beast could only mean that the presence of cold air was miniscule, thus he would fortify his own ministrations by drawing in the precious essence he had obtained earlier. Sinking through the pores did the ambient energy rush in stride, settling upon his very frame in a dense matter. Selgarde's right bicep tensed, the muscle delivering the necessary strength to rip Daystar from it's very sheathe. The very glory of it's presence radiated in angelic delight, casting the immediate area in pristine white; hopefully, a beast of this grandeur would succumb to his effect. The climax of the limb moving toward him would render Orias thoughtful, a sudden thrusting motion toward the end of the palm delivering his body from the crushing pressure intended for him.

Success was his aim. The articulate processes which were so carefully played out within Selgarde's mind quickly took effect, allowing the blade to take it's residence within a new abode; the beast's flesh. Convenient, Orias thought: it's element would allow it to survive within the confines of the hand, heat only beckoning even more powerful from the blade's origins. And hopefully, it had so been; Orias would quickly use the velocity of the swiping motion, pushing his legs into the air until he would turn a full rotation to land upon the back of the beast's extended limb. The obvious notion was to cut across it's hand, seperating one of it's claws. However, he was one to weigh the outcome; thinking ahead, the Kith would tear the blade across the palm, it's own element cauterizing the wound in order to seal the magma therein.

His objective hopefully accomplished, one of the phalanges of this beast would be rendered immobile, hindering it's pattern of movement..or perhaps simply persuading the beast , with force no less, not to strike with that particular appendage again unless necessary. Orias would hopefully retreat thereafter, using the power of his legs to once again vault away from the beast..though turning in mid-air to watch it carefully, having used it's flesh as a vantage point.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Vffekt on Sat Dec 16, 2006 3:53 pm

The best roared in protest to the pain it felt, it's flesh torn and it's body made to suffer. The blood was red-hot magma that poured out and even splashed towards the attacker, as it seemed to be compacted into the massive body in amounts unlikely to exist in such a frame, despite it's monstrous size. The claw nearly torn in half, it was not impeded by such a wound.

It's blazing-hot wind, the temperature and aridity of a brushfire, swept against Orias' frame as the dragon took flight just as it's opponent would move back for assessment. The claw not only cauterized, but healed completely, as if no harm had been done. To Orias, if he could sense it, this was not the case. It was weakened, though not by much, somehow.

It's jaw dropped, and a thin stream of vile purple fluid shot at Orias at a rapid rate, followed quickly by flames with enveloped it. The flames were hotter than the molten rock, the same type of heat that would melt such rock with as much ease as this Drake seemed capable.

The stream was not simple, as Orias would quickly find. It fanned out into a spray, a wide-spectrum flamethrower of incredible heat, thousands of degrees higher than the melting temperature for most metals. It shot at Orias mercilessly from the Drake's glowing innards.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Orias Selgarde on Mon Dec 18, 2006 2:15 pm

His attempt was successful. Orias could only smirk inwardly as the monster's tone of bellowing reached his ears with welcomed harmony, the Kith's determination rising, albeit that the entity was pressing onward, attempting to devour his unyielding spirit. The skin upon his very form would rapidly propel messages of danger to the brain, an immense intensity swirling fatally about the environment. To his very dismay, Selgarde would perceive the beast's flight, the winds descending in protest to the power of it's wings jutting forth from it's exterior: it had lifted from it's perch.

The climax of his escape reached, Orias could only grit his teeth slightly at the sight of this vile essence spiraling his way, creeping upon him like the eagle to it's prey..swift..deadly..nearly unseen. The brilliance of the flames that would accompany such a maneuver were, for a lack of a better term, hot. The Kith's shoulders rose and fell rapidly: he was chuckling. The simplicity of the thought aroused a certain sense of calm within, enabling the next tactic to take effect without fail, he gathered. The drake's eyes, no more keen than that of a beast itself, had surely succumbed to the flash from Daystar in it's initial unveiling, the projectile's path slightly angular to his own ascent. Not even a beast of this magnitude, coupled with such a distance, would be able to perfectly calculate velocity and range with it's eyes hindered for the time being. Taking advantage of such knowledge, the Reaver would only postpone his blade's appearance, slamming the instrument down into the scabbard once more.

He began to descend. Slowly, but surely, he would weave his hands in and out afront him, friction and combustion simultaneously birthing a flame of great circumference. The projectile roared to life as the small fragments of magma passed overhead, cauterization delivering him from the "luxury" of having to deal with excessive amounts. His ears were warned as the sizzle of the earth behind him became charred by it's landing, his positioning enough to have him land safely upon earth's surface a good distance away. Before doing so, the Kith propels the massive ball of flame forward, allowing it to fuse with the dragon's breath of flame to explode with a chain effect; it would, indeed, succumb to this lavender hue of spittle, though in a widespread pattern. Simply put, Orias would merely land upon the ground whilst manipulating the flame to combust in a more potent manner after reaching the drake's very cranium.

Concluding that the source of the blast would eventually allow the flame to travel to it's origin, the beast's head, it would explode with a certain fatality; his footfall creating small cracks amongst gaia, Orias would sprint forth with an increased agility as he left his opponent to contemplate an evasive maneuver, or some type of retaliation. Whichever it would take up, Orias would find himself out of sight by running under it's path. As such, the wind behind him would increase about the beast in haste, hindering it's own speed and flight pattern. In short, he had hoped to use his elemental prowess to slam the beast into the ground behind him as he ran, coming after the devastating impact it's face would take from the sheer force of the explosion.

"You might be of fire, beast.." he muttered, "but you aren't immune to explosions". he finished, narrowing his orbs as his feet pounded along the ground..

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The flames were incredibly powerful, blasting at his prey with relentlessness. Somehow, the warrior before him had gained some advantage of speed against this monster, but it seemed odd that he'd move with such advantageous energy. As the false flames would travel up the Drake's own, his mouth would close and the stream would stop immediately. This was not enough, and the energies grasped the inside of it's skull.

The head exploded, a massive shockwave rocketed the area and unreasonable amounts of fiery-hot rock splashed far and wide. It's body struck downward by a gale-force wind and a crunch could be heard from the opponent's position easily. It's neck still poured the dreadful magma, it would not close and harden like other wounds.

But the body would not lie still in death, but rise and raise the two fleshy wings into the air again. Flames coated those wings, running along the leathery surface and covering it's wings in an inferno. A flap of the wings would defy Orias' element more than enough to send a volley of flame his way, before the dragon took persuit.

A headless drake, pouring magma out continuously, never running dry. The glow from it's through was now more fully visible, even through the melted rock and minerals in it's body. The claws scraped the earth as it rocketed, slicing through the slowing air his opponent could produce with mild difficulty.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Orias Selgarde on Tue Dec 19, 2006 1:42 pm

"Impossible!" he exclaimed. All too obviously did the reawakening of the beast shake his very foundation, causing the Kith's eyes to widen to the utmost discomfort. It could not be helped: he had underestimated the power of his attacker, though it would not deter him from his goal. As he made haste to increase the distance between he and his foe, Orias could not help but feel the scorching flames behind him raise their firey manacles and attempt to seize him once more. Quickly surveying the area afront him, he birthed yet another cunning idea.

Nature, as fate would have had it, had taken him under her graceful wings for many years; he could remember the nights where her ecosystems had provided him the means to survive, crucial necessities quenching the hunger and thirst that he often ached from in the middle of the night. Her breath was as silk, smooth to the touch..or perhaps he had made it so, illusions of his mother leading his elemental prowess to coat him in security. Or at least, what he could find of it whilst wandering the Earth. Quickly reminding himself of it's eternal presence, he silently proclaimed his victory.

Orias broke away from his course, once again calculating the speed of the infernal drake's most recent projectile. Temptuous flames swept the land in greed, devouring the flora behind him in what appeared to be a moment's notice. Unable to simply jump away from such a maneuver, he would use a nearby tree's height to seal his escape. Selgarde's feet quickly slam against the base of a towering tree, the bark exploding from the point of impact as, yet again, he would defy the odds against him. One after the other, the powerful limbs would take him to the emerald edifice that lay above him.

Mother Nature once again held her breath for her child, the sacrifice of her once beautiful visage a small one if it would mean his survival. A brown flicker of disapproval of the dragon's machinations caressed his gaze, before fusing with his anger into an intangible hand for destruction. To suffice, he would literally rip his katana once again from it's scabbard. "DIE!!" was the simple roar he produced. Teeth grit once more, the bicuspids pressed against the flesh of his lips as he kicked with a titanic force against the end of his dash.

So, it would be. He ascended yet again, moving backward with such grace that his movement across the atmosphere poured forth the illusion of him hovering. The spiked fashion of his hair swept upward in a torrential manner, lifted by the winds which contorted about his person. Marvelous, one would conclude; the way he was simultaneously watching the fragments of bone and sinew descend from the sky in firey pillars, momentum deceptive so as to allow his thorough escape patterns. The beast below had no way to sense his presence, or so he thought..

No. It would not have proved wise to think in such a manner. It had already displayed a certain determination itself, moving without fail despite it's critical handicap. Finally ending his flight, Orias began to fall toward the back of it's very neck. The end..these two words were the fuel for his actions, Orias's body seeming to cool down almost instantly. Throughout the entire confrontation, he had been consuming what little cool air had been provided. They were stored betwixt his pores, slowly amassing into a frigid gathering of gargantuan proportion. The magma which swept the earth passed before him as he would attempt to make his landing, making a harsh entrance upon the beast's form.

But to have done so was fatal. Orias immediately felt the other-worldly fire which emanated from it's very hide, his concentration broken for seconds with the intensity he would gather. But so conveniently did his opponent swipe through his winds, that Orias would be delivered from certain death by the sweeping of his element onto it's back to calm it's flames, if only momentarily. A split second was required as he balanced himself, before his attempt came to light..

Orias thrust both his arms downward, the biceps contracting heavily as his body projected the entire mass of elemental ice from his body. To have had impatience would have rendered this useless, the properties of the drake's abilities leaving it null and void. However, the Kith would not be so impertinent. This very blast was one of concentration, aimed directly into the gaping wound. He had, indeed, hoped that it would have remained open. Calculating the flow of magma, he waited until it's orifice would ready itself for another spew, before his blast left his very form and swiftly took the flesh by storm.

The result would be the solidifying of magma and lava within, seizing the infernal enemy's internal essence. This entire time, it had thrived off of the fire it possessed within. Orias's attempt would sweep it's frame's every nook and cranny, turning the beast into nothing more than a shell of hardened rock. Halfway through such a deliverance, he would then angle Daystar and quickly stab the blade through the orifice to further seal the drake's death. It's firey essence would absorb the rest of his body's element, furthering hammering it down into the core of this mighty giant. Simultaneously, the essence of his instrument of destruction would be kept safe, nestled amongst the focused radius of his attacke's element.

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Roaring without sound, it’s body would whip and turn, thoughts running through it’s mind that screamed of danger. He was blind, but his demonic senses were beyond those of a human form. Still, in all the confusion and his rage, he’d lost his prey and in doing so, lost himself. The slight weight was the warning he would not hear. His rage, though sated, was still pumping the volatile mess from his gullet.

Then, he felt his heat robbed, transformed into it’s own counterpart at the expense of great energy of his opponent. A beast entirely of flame was being frozen partially by the prey he was assigned to destroy, or at least subdue him. This was impossible, on both ends. Claws dug deep into the ground as it summoned every ounce of energy it could muster. The ice turned the entire world cold for this beast, hardening it’s very blood. As the blade would cut in, the entire form would turn black and smolder instantly.

The blade, as it withdrew, would be capped by a fractured red gem. About one inch in diameter, this thing glowed dully for a moment, then turning black like the rest. Even dead, this Inferno let off a mild heat that would not die. The rotted corpse, bursting with cooling magma, was a Red Drake‘s cadaver. The Inferno was this gem, in his hand. This gem that would contain limitless amounts of fiery energy now broken and dead. The necromancy that it would cause was reversed, and the body of the massive beast fell to ashes with time.

Behind the contestant now stood a man in strange clothing. One eye hidden behind red hair, that highlighted portion as if dipped in blood, contrasted to the black hair over the rest of his head. The other was much like Vffekt’s, as red as the magma that had hardened at his feet. Looking at Orias with mild interest. He seemed to resemble Vffekt in more ways than that. His face was similar, though not the same, and his skin tone was darker, though of the same texture.

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“I am West.� Came a voice completely unlike Vffekt’s. It was softer, it was deeper, and it bore no ill will towards whom he spoke towards. Kneeling down in the soot and ash at his feet, his fingers touched at the hardened rock, flecks of ice melting among it. “I must say, you did quite well compared to the others. You do your race honor by showing such tact and skill. Although, I must say… You took quite a many risks.�

Though his form was not imposing, the one eye that looked at Orias spoke of power beyond comparison. Energy that would never be matched. Knowledge that was without limitation. This man was something impossible, incredible, and still humble. His eye, though frightening to some, showed nil animosity.

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