Round 1: Paragon Vs Les Misérables [Archive]

Paragon

08-27-11, 10:08 PM

As Dorian's sabatons took another step forward, he felt them sinking into the brownish looking ground and quickly stepped back, holding his leg up and sighing at the content of mud that was now on it. His hand rested on the trunk of a tree; which coiled around itself and after a certain point, grew horizontally instead of vertically. Most of the medium-sized trees, unable to break through the canopy of the massive trees, created nets of branches that spread throughout the swamp. It was dark where Dorian stood, his feet resting on the large roots that provided the only means of standing space for him. Since he entered the swamp, he hopped from rocks to fallen trees, walking along the great roots that belonged to the massive trees. There was very little ground otherwise, as most of it had sunk into the swamp a long time ago. Despite the sun pouring down untold amounts of light onto this world, the light could just barely penetrate the canopy of the net of branches from the horizontally-growing trees.

He considered a torch going in, but such a thing would reveal himself to his opponent, and with all the leaves and vines hanging around his face all the time, it would be a simple act to accidentally light everything on fire. There was another option that he had been considering, however, as he stared up at the canopy, the swaying of the trees causing a show of light rays to alternate as they pass through the net of branches. He was beginning to think that maybe that 'net' was strong enough to support him. If he could get on it, he would have more light to work with, a better vantage point of the swamp below, and finally be rid of the smell of rotten vegetables that infested his senses. Most importantly, he would have some walking room. As it stands, it was so dark that he couldn't tell if he was continuing along a branch or stepping into the swamp. Earlier he had taken a deep step in, and it took all of his strength to pull his leg out. Who knows what would happen if he tripped and fell in entirely?

He wanted to yell as well; yell up into the canopy to alert his little dragonling friend, Fallow. Unfortunately, that would also reveal his location to his opponent. The dragon whelp was flying high above the tops of the trees, looking down into the pure green of the treetops. To him, this was a viridian sea, and with each gust of wind the leaves rippled, creating the illusion of waves. Fallow was currently taken back by the beauty, forgetting his main objective of helping Dorian find his opponent. The young man suspected this, but it was fine. There was little chance of Fallow being able to see through the canopy to their opponent unless he was standing on top of the massive trees.