Winter island brawl. (Closed to BM)

[Jack Frost]

Jack growled, striding through the halls of the citadel. He needed another fight, his last one with the fox man had stirred up his blood lust. He had set up another battle instantly. His injuries from the last battle completely healed. He had set up to have another match right after the last one, and had the pleasure of creating the arena. The idea brought a silly grin to his lips. This would be fun.

He found his door, room 11. He kicked it open, and grinned sadistically. Before him was a frozen wasteland, ...home.... He frowned. The thought had sneaked its way into his head, he had no clue how. He strode forward into his arena and laughed manically. All around him was a vast expanse of ice, nothing else. He drew his sword and stabbed into the ice, piercing to the water below him. The ice was thick enough to hold his weight, but would probably not take much more force.

Wind tore across the ice scape, tearing at Jack. He adjusted his jacket to protect his face and grinned. This battle would be fun, but first he had to get ready. He got to work, cutting a hole in the ice. Once he had one he sighed and began to create ice spikes from the moisture in the air around him. One by one he submerged them into the water and had them sink out of site, barely within reach of his control. He got about twenty and stopped. Anymore and he would have a problem. He made sure his hole had frozen over. He had a huge grin on his face. This would defiantly be a fun fight.

[Bellator Magus]

Note: Despite the fact I hate myself for doing this, I’ve been forced into a battle; therefore the time period is before that of my current roleplay and is in fact before me even landing on Fallien. I have no Memory Rune on myself, and my true past will be hinted at.

Bellator sighed, twitching slightly in anticipation for the coming events. He’d been told that he was slacking off; the Order had sent him to the Citadel to make sure that wasn’t losing his skill as a fighter. Accepting that as fair, he pulled his jacket closer to his body. It held no particular power or anything of the sort, but it was made with the dead bodies he’d accumulated from the use of his arrows and his Rune skills.

It was something of a good luck charm to him; he’d never lost a fight while wearing it.

He went over to the kind woman in charge, who told him to go to Room 11 for his duel. Before he turned away, she grabbed his arm. “Wait,” she said quietly, hurriedly. “The man in there… he has power over the landscape within. I would suggest not going in there. I could help. Room 12 is much safer for you.” Her eyes told him that she would do it and make the switch for him, but why she would he couldn’t tell; if he lost in here that would be the least of his worries. He’d be exterminated by the crew.

“Don’t worry,” the young assassin whispered to her. “I’ll be fine.” He gave a swift wink, before spinning on his heel. On the way, he reached into his pocket and pulled out what appeared to be a miniature violin. He pulled one of the strings out and placed the rest of it back into his pocket. Whispering small, soft words over it, it began to extend to that of a dagger sized object, but it was obviously an arrow.

The boy smirked, his faded eyes flashing cruelly. Tonight, he would not kill he would destroy. Whether that was physical, mental, emotional, or a combination of the three mattered little. But if someone questioned his prowess, he must prove them wrong ten times over, if only to heal his aching pride.

Reaching the door, Bell started to grab the knob before noticing something on the ground. A small amount of snow lay just outside the door. “Damn it,” he cursed under his breath. He’d battled with an icejin before, and he hadn’t come off the better man. In retrospect, he’d only been 13, but still. It bothered him.

A feeling of mingled regret and excitement tugged at his heart as he touched the knob, twisting it ever so slightly. The door creaked open, and he stood silent, listening for any sound of life outside the door. Just to check, he deliberately stepped on the snow by the edge of the door, to see what would happen.

Most people would immediately strike, especially people without much experience in the ways of the hunter: the door being open and the snow lying on the ground would tell the other that a fighter was about to enter. Someone who was trained in stealth operations, however, could most likely see this as a fluke and wait it out.

And so was the first test against his combatant’s style in fighting.

[Jack Frost]

Jack turned to the door and smiled, blade in hand. "Welcome!" He shouted over the roaring wind. Projectiles would ave to be shot at close range to stand a chance to hit. "Come on in, I'd like to get some formalities out of the way before we begin" He called out grinning.

The snow at his feet was pure white, and appeared to be fresh. The clouds blocked out the sun, casting a dark shade over the area. The aura was spooky, and one could feel the pressure building. A storm was brewing, another brilliant part of Jacks plan. He felt no need to glance over his appearance. He was a tall, pale, silver haired young adult with Teal eyes. He wore a black jacket made specifically for winter.

His pants were warm, and his boots were black. He had a slender frame, and he was quite lean. He had the body of a rouge, and he also had a cold stare. All around him the wind continued to roar. He smiled, grinning ear to ear. He would have fun with this.

[Bellator Magus]

“Welcome!” the voice cut into Bell’s mind sharply, bringing him out of his reverie; honestly, he’d expected a lot of things. A greeting was not one of them. “Come on in, I'd like to get some formalities out of the way before we begin!” Bell’s face scrunched up in disgust. The voice was a false tone of happiness. If there was one thing Bell hated, it was a hypocrite.

Some might call that ironic considering his profession, he idly thought as he reached into his pocked again, but it really wasn’t. He made it quite plain he was going to kill you right before he did. This person would stab you in the back with a smile on his face. Bell shivered slightly. Some people were just absolutely cruel.

Done fumbling, he pulled out his small violin and whispered the same chaotic noises to it under his breath, causing it to increase in size; suddenly in his hands were a full-size bow and quiver. The only thing that wasn’t the natural size was the arrow still in Bell’s left hand, dagger-sized. Placing the bow down quietly, he called out, “Just a minute! Still getting ready! It’s quite cold out there, isn’t it?”

Fumbling over the dagger, he cut aggressively at the handles on the edge of the door; sometime previously a person must have forced the door open and the hinges were weakened; soon the door was all but ready to collapse. Bell pushed the door open another brief crack and picked up the bow, discarding the smallish arrow for the moment.

Pulling out one of natural size, he placed it into place and coolly looked out through the crack between the door and the wall, looking keenly with the trained eye of a hunter. Soon enough, he spotted a body standing pleasantly a good bit away. He lined up the target with the tip and let it fly, accounting in as much he could for wind friction.

He instantly peeled back around the door, slipping the bow casually onto his back, and grabbed hold of the dagger-arrow. Placing it between his teeth, he grabbed the door with both hands. Squeezing powerfully, the hinges flew off and he rushed forward a few steps, using the door as protection. He called out what he hoped would be, “My name is Bellator Magus. But you can call me Bell.”

What actually came out sounded vaguely like, “My gabe is Pellagor Bagur. But you kin colt me Pell.”

[Jack Frost]

The arrow whistled past Jack, off by a mile, so to speak. The wind was tearing at the air, and any shots would take incredible compensation. Jack scowled, "So that's how it is?" he asked ruffled. Fuck manners, it was on now. Jack growled and snapped his fingers. Three spikes of ice under the waters surface homed in on him, crashing out under him. It was time to get the battle started. He sighed and started to grow three more under the water beneath them. It would take them a little bit to be ready, but he had time.

"My names Jack frost, now your as good as Dead!" He hissed. It was cold out there, even the most prepared man would begin to suffer from hypothermia after a bit. Jack had proved he was resistant to it, but his opponent was probably not. It was either a battle of skill, or time. He laughed, this would be just as fun as he had expected.

The Wind began to tear harder, the storm building, yet not a snowflake had fallen. He exhaled a plume of fog, and grinned ear to ear. He would win this battle. He was sure of it. It was all a matter of how.

[Bellator Magus]

A great thud slammed the door. Bell immediately let go of the door, letting it fall back towards him. After it tilted far enough, he slammed it with his back and let it be an angled shield, leaning on itself and his back. Bell shivered again, this time from the cold. It was truly intense. Thankfully, the combined efforts of the door blocking the wind and his jacket protecting against the cold kept his wits about him, but still he felt the need to stick his hands in his pocket briefly to dig and see if he had any gloves on him.

Two more thuds hit the door; it splintered slightly, but held, mostly due to its own sheer thickness rather than any great strength of its own. Finally, Bell managed to get the mittens and stuck them on his hands, feeling the great warmth already begin to spread through him; it was made of the same material as the jacket, only from softer materials, like rabbit.

“My name’s Jack frost; now you’re as good as Dead!” Bellator sighed. If only he knew how many people had told him how he would die. But it mattered not. The young teen pressed further back, reaching around the door. He felt around until he saw an ice shard and grabbed it, pulling his hand back quickly. He was thankful the gloves were made of such a bright material; if it had been a darker color, his hands would have been a surefire target.

“Is that so?” He called out as a reply, more out of distraction than anything else. He felt the ice shard briefly; it was extremely sharp and strong. If only he could find a way to throw it back…

Grabbing another arrow out of his quiver, he stuck the tip deep into the ice, pushing it straight through to the other side. He then placed it in its notch clumsily. Feeling around, he saw that the ice was somewhat cracked and shaky around him; the snow was covering a very light layer of glass. Suddenly Bell smirked. He wouldn’t win by this move, but he would certainly gain some sort of advantage by doing so.

Putting the ice-arrow away, he pulled out his dagger-arrow and searched the earth, safely hidden behind his door. Finding a good spot, he suddenly leapt out of its protection and stabbed deep into the ground, before leaping back onto the door right as it slammed the ground. The combined pressure almost simultaneously was too much for the ground and it broke apart, ice falling into the water.

Bell lay on the wood, quickly stuffing the dagger-arrow away in the hole that Jack had made not so long ago. He pulled out the other two shards and laid them next to him, and ducked down on the ground, lying on his stomach while scoping the air around him, slowly picking a regular arrow out of the quiver and sticking it into the bow.

He then waited, whispering a small charm over it, letting loose one of his few Rune abilities: Energy Transference. Anything that moved would get stabbed with an arrow that was dripping with Bell’s own life force. It would be more accurate, faster, and stronger. He could have made it fatally powerful, but Bell wanted to conserve his energy. He only gave it enough energy to fly straight and true to the end.

[Jack Frost]

Jack noticed that his opponent had decided to use the door to his advantage. The hole where the door once stood vanished, as if it was never there to begin with. Jack growled and snapped his fingers again. This time he called forth a wall of ice, slightly larger than the door, and equally as durable, to level the playing field.

Jack smirked slyly. It appeared he would need to do rewrite his plan slightly. He brought three ice shards up from under the surface of the water and sent them higher up into the sky. He snapped his fingers and they slowly floated over his opponent. With a sharp cry he brought the spikes down from overhead. He brought three more from bellow under him. The door could help him defend from one side unless he did something drastic. He would be an entertaining foe, he really would.

The ice around his feet began to crack, but he found himself on a rather large piece that would be hard to tip. The rest of the battlefield now held a spiderweb of cracks. What was once a shelf was now a series of icy islands. Jack had not planned on moving from his small base he had set up, and now it seemed like any movement he would chance was restricted.

He began to get a little nervous. His foe had blocked his moves so far. He would have a harder time hitting his opponent. If he needed too he still had one move in his reserve. It would be a powerful one. But he couldn't use it until he was sure it would work.

[Bellator Magus]

Bell heard a war cry and faint whistle as something sung through the air; immediately, he looked around, trying to spot any form of movement; ice shards flew through the sky, whizzing by and Bell struggled to follow where they headed. He saw them land behind a wall of ice and he raised his eyebrow slightly. Interesting…

Without warning, they all spun around, three aimed directly for him. It was a moment of stunned silence. He scrambled from his position, watching the spikes carefully. He grabbed one of the spikes that had already been flung at him and got to his feet, legs spread apart. The first one shot by and he ducked his head; a slice hit his jacket and cut through, slicing all the way to the other side. Biting cold slammed against his thin shirt and quickly rubbed against his ribs.

Ducking further down, the teen held his right arm high and threw the spike as hard as he could towards the second; it smashed into bits, blinding him. Finally, the third one came, but Bell couldn't see what had happened; he simply leaped backward and thankfully felt nothing. That was because the spike cut across his cheek deeply, but was instantly numbed because of the cold weather. It would soon swell and hinder his vision, but until then, he had the illusion of safety perfectly set up in his mind.

After that excitement, the assassin raised his head ever so slightly to get a better vantage point of the wall, but failed. It would be impossible to get past it. Oddly enough, a thought hit him from reading some story; better arrow aim could come – and farther shooting as well – if you laid on your back during the strike. He decided to test it out and slowly flipped onto his back, pulling the bow and health-induced arrow with him.

He took a deep breath, looking at the sky, measuring the angle of the shadow to get a vague contour of where the shot would be coming from. Almost in eagerness to see if he could do it, the wind stopped, not wanting to be blamed if his shot fired wrong. Bell pulled the arrow back just a bit further and let it go, hearing the familiar twang.

The moment he left his body, he felt as if a second consciousness had appeared, separated from his body, and he felt as it flew through the air. He could still control it, but not nearly as much as would be expected from a “second consciousness”. Bell sighed. Hopefully, this would work. He tried to aim it at an angle from his left shoulder. It would be difficult to block because of the wall, and from the angle he shot it, it would go straight through to the heart.

[Jack Frost]

Jack peered over his wall, and grinned maliciously. He had finally made a hit! In his joy he decided to go in for the kill. He raised his hand up, his eyes closed tight in concentration. He lifted 11 ice needles out of the water and aimed them at his opponent. "Its been fun..." He muttered. He clenched his hand and sent them shooting at his opponent from all directions. There was no escape. Death was certain.

Jack opened his eyes to watch hos opponent die, instead he found himself staring at an arrow flying right at him. His grin faded instantly, and was replaced with rage instead. He had been cheated of his victory! He watched in horror as the arrow seemed to move in slow motion. His mind screamed a million ways for him to stop the projectile, but his body wouldn't move.

Instead the arrow penetrated his chest, drawing a crimson spray to shoot out. He gasped in surprise, and choked for a moment, too stunned to move. It wasn't fair. IT WASN'T FAIR! He roared in agony, sinking to his knees. Blood continued to spurt out his chest, staining the pure white ice around him. He trembled, sucking in breath to fill his lungs.

The tremble grew and grew, until he eventually was thrashing about. This it it... he thought sadly. This is what death feels like... he continued. He tried to rise to his knees, so he could at least see his opponent die. He had to see it. He had to!

He tried to crawl to the ice wall, and climb up its flat surface. But he couldn't. He gagged, his breath coming in in short ragged gasps. He turned and lied on his back, not even bothering to remove the arrow from his chest. Instead he stared at the sky, right as it started to snow. It was a beautiful site to die to.

I'm going to need a beer after this. Jack thought, and then the light faded from his eyes, and he exhaled his last breath of fog.

Note: Bunnying in stated that "Death was certain" was approved with BM ahead of time via AIM

[Bellator Magus]

11.

That was the number of ice shards that flew towards him, without warning.

11.

That was the number of ice shards that took up position in a circular manner around him.

11.

That was the number of ice shards that flew upon him.

10.

That was the number of ice shards that pierced flesh.

He looked up and saw one headed directly for him and knew that would be the most deadly one. So he leaped forward and twisted his body in a corkscrew, curling in the fetal position while in midair to dodge the first one. The other ten slammed into his body viciously.

Three of them hit him in the back. Two hit each of his shoulders. He cried out in pain, moaning terribly. But suddenly, he felt his other consciousness pierce and the lifeblood from the combatant kept Bell alive, and filled his stamina back up. But even as that happened, three more slammed straight into his chest as, in his excitement, he got to his feet.

The assassin fell to his knees, still feeling powerful because of the indirect energy supply but in un believable pain due to the shards. He began to pull them out quickly, tossing them aside and hoping the cold would freeze the wounds just long enough to declare him the winner. He got seven of them out when suddenly his opponent died. The loss of vitality was so profound that he immediately blacked out, waking up a moment later with his bones on fire.

He moaned for a moment or two, wishing his will would help. But it was no use. His eyes rolled back in his head, his tongue popped out of his mouth, and his body accepted the cold as his body stiffened due to rigor mortis. At the last second, a crazy thought flashed through his head about the Order. They’d told him he would be ended. But what if they didn’t mean they’d kill him?

He had a sudden memory of one man who’d been “ended;” they wiped his memory with a Rune and sent him off to a small island with a fake memory and skills he had no idea how he’d gotten. But before he could consider the possibilities, the last breath left his body.

Bell was dead.

[Jack Frost]

Spoils:
In Jacks profile I kinda implied his Ice magic was average, I would like to request a buff to Above-Average. In return I forfeit all gold I would receive during this thread if the score is too low to qualify for such a spoil
Thank you

[Bellator Magus]

If possible, I would like an increased resistance to cold - be it weather or just cold items. But I'm not willing to give up my gold for it if my spoils aren't high enough. Just if there's leftovers I suppose. :p

And just in case this wasn't clear, which it probably was, this is indeed a draw.

[MetalDrago]

Jack Frost in Blue, Bellator Magus in Red,

STORY ~

Continuity (3/5) ~
Jack Frost: Alright, here's where we start. You mentioned needing another fight, but made no mention of what the previous fight was, nor had you alluded to it in any of the later posts. It was out of place to mention a previous battle without hinting as to what it was or even who it was against.

Bellator Magus: You made it clear in the beginning that this was a training exercise or sorts to prove Bell wasn't getting soft. Perhaps mentioning what this Order was would have been a bit better, but overall I got a bit of an idea why you were in the Citadel.

Setting (4/6) ~
Jack Frost: You did better here, describing the appearance from the outset. However, there are more senses than just sight. While you did describe how cold it was, among a few other things, there was a little lacking in this. Try to describe the area around you in a way to make it feel a live, instead of just a painted background on which the characters are acting.

Bellator Magus: Here, you did a decent job. You used the surroundings as more than just an area in which you were fighting. The best advice I can give you here is rely on other senses a little more. Touch and smell are every bit as real in Althanas as anywhere else.

Pacing (5/6) ~
Jack Frost: This was a close score for a reason. You kept the pace coming hard and fast, but perhaps just a might bit too fast. However, this score was pretty good in the run of things, but perhaps more because of your brevity in your posts than anything.

Bellator: You ran with just about everything Frost threw at you and answered in kind. Your Pacing was just a might bit better, because, despite the chaos of the surroundings, you kept the flow of the thread running fast, yet controlled.

CHARACTER ~

Dialogue (4/6) ~
Jack Frost: Alright, here's where it starts to get hairy. Though you did speak for a bit during your first posts, most of it was posturing. While your character was a god at one time, I think it would be prudent here to remark that it didn't really give away any of Frost's underlying personality, beyond being a bit on the prideful side. To improve here, try giving him his own unique style of talking. Not necessarily slang or anything, but something that lets you know who he really is under the surface.

Bellator Magus: Here again, you showed your character's personality pretty well by your dialogue, and even your lack of it. Overall, the reason you got a 6 is because there really was such little dialogue in any of the posts, either from body language or otherwise, probably because of the distance between them.

To both: While this is the scores you got, I doubt it's a reflection on your real dialogue skills, since you weren't close enough to communicate either through talking or body language.

Action (4/7) ~
Jack Frost: Your attacks were very straightforward and not all that thought out. Try and implement some motions of the body in addition to your attacks. You'd be surprised how a little can go a long way, and I mean a LOONG way.

Bellator Magus: Here you showed what I think is your strongest suit. Your characters actions were well thought out and believable to the story. Overall, very good job.

Persona (5/6) ~

Jack Frost: I saw a bit more of Jack's personality shine through, especially toward the end of the thread. As you build on Frost, this score will grow. Trust me.

Bellator Magus: You did a fairly good job letting me get to know your character. Overall, I'm pleased. There are a couple of odds and ends you can work on, but overall, good job.

WRITING STYLE ~

Mechanics (4/6) ~
Jack Frost: You had a few common mistakes, key among which was starting a sentence with "but". Just sort out these areas and you'll do much better.

Bellator Magus: A few odds and ends here, but nothing major. A little proofreading and it'll be fine.

Technique (3/4) ~
Jack Frost: I saw little, if any, use of common or uncommon techniques.

Bellator Magus: I saw a little, but not a lot more than Frost, sorry to say.

Clarity (6/6) ~
Both: Very clear and easy to understand what you two were both going at.

Wild Card (1/4) ~
Jack Frost: Creating an ice wall out of thin air with little effort is not realistic to your character's status as a level zero. Be more careful to realize the extent of your current powers.

Bellator Magus: Overall, a decent job with the thread.

Overall Score - 39/56

Bellator Magus WINS and receives 600 EXP and 100 GP
Jack Frost receives 150 EXP

Spoils approved for Ballator Magus and, subject to removal of GP award, approved for Jack Frost, but only pending RoG approval (Letho, you can take the ball on this one)


Increased Resistance to Ice for Bellator Magus and Above Average Ice Magic for Jack Frost. And to be quite honest, I'm paraphrasing right now.

[Silence Sei]

Exp-GP added.