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  1. #11
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    She had regained her head. This much was obvious from the way that she was eyeing him up as she recovered from the disc hitting her. Whether this was the effect of knocking the wind out of her or not was unknown, but she was back in it and not flailing at him uselessly anymore. Rehtul frowned as he realized something else. She could formulate something that wasn't a straightforward attack now. His boots made a loud "shluck" sound as he tried to keep himself mobile. Had he been wearing looser fitting footwear, he'd have lost his boots in the muck by now. The stray thought amused him, but despite his small grin he kept an eye on Felicity.

    She's going to do something... weird again, he thought. So far she'd managed to keep him on his toes, but in the four years since the two of them last met, she had become something much more frightening than the mage had thought she'd be... back when he gave her that mirror. For a brief second, Rehtul thought he saw a shadow snake its way through the darkness. He was too slow to realize what it was, however, as he felt a sharp pain in the side of his calf.

    Another shadow followed closely behind, and Rehtul pulled himself out of the way just in time to see an arrow splash into the wet muck behind him.

    Did she just... throw an arrow at me?

    "Did you just throw an arrow at- hurk!" the young Orlouge felt bile rising in his throat seconds after the strike.

    "Poison? No... I didn't see any vials on her..." He gagged again. "That rancid blood?!" Rehtul swallowed hard, fighting to keep the nausea at bay as his vision swam. With a wave of his hand, the sword on his arm shattered and he used the now free hand to pull his glasses off and wipe his eyes on his sleeve.

    As he looked up, he saw the young woman dart behind another of the mushroom trees. She was trying to close distance between them. If that was the case...

    Rehtul reached out with a single hand willed the water in the muck beneath him to come to him once again. As she got closer, he threw a hand out and put a sheet of slick, glasslike ice directly in front of the last tree she darted behind. If she came out too fast, his hope was that she'd slip and fall. Without even seeing if the tactic worked, Rehtul turned tail and ran as fast at the dark, sticky substance under his feet would allow him. The more distance he could make between himself and the formidable young woman, the more likely he'd be able to set the situation to his advantage and trap her in a situation of his choosing.
    Last edited by Rehtul Orlouge; 04-19-2020 at 02:13 AM.

  2. #12
    Nuclear Ragegirl

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    As she darted closer to her target, Felicity's footsteps pounded in the mud. In the swallowing darkness surrounding the mushrooms, she had to keep herself focused on the silhouette of her opponent. Yet, as she darted from the next tree, her feet hit solid ice.

    "Hromagh's ba-"

    Her body slammed into the ice, causing it to break. Her wound screeched at her in a wild throb as her head plunked underwater. Once again surrounded by gross water, she lifted her head to see that she lost him again. An irritated, impatient hiss slipped from her mouth as she emerged from the thick, murky liquid. Paying little attention to the clumps of mud hanging off her frame, she scowled as she stomped out of the ice wreckage. How could she catch him now!

    She hissed, subconsciously placing a hand over her bleeding injury. "Oh, Y'edda's..."

    She scowled as she stood there, and caught the sound of footsteps pounding in the muddy water. That's it!

    A grunt of pain escaped her as she darted in the direction of the sound. A yellow mushroom, a red mushroom, a green mushroom she darted by as she periodically stopped to listen for his footsteps. This was becoming a nerve pinching game of cat and mouse. She needed to close the distance and end this - not because she could not last, of course, but because of her rapidly growing annoyance. This was a fight, not a childhood game of hide and seek!

    Still, as she rested against a dim, small purple fungus, she had to admit that the mud and water were helping to amplify the pain. It was a real annoyance. As she listened the nearby footsteps, she could hear her own heartbeat pounding as well. She grimaced. When one of the sloshes in the mud sounded closer to her right ear, she turned to see a glimpse of a shadow duck behind a tall, blue mushroom.

    "Ah-ha!"

    She darted towards the blue shroom and pulled herself to where he would be. "Rehtul-"
    "Go ahead, break me down, bury my face in the ground. I'm stronger than stone, can endure until I'm ground to literal dust. Every time you hit me, it makes me stronger." ~ Felicity Rhyolite.

    "You were fierce, you were relentless and you surprised even me. But I'm worried. You’ve got power, and you’ve got skill. What you don’t seem to have is control." ~ Shinsou Vaan Osiris, to Felicity Rhyolite.


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  3. #13
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    As Rehtul ran, he could hear the sloshing of the wetlands under him echo out into the darkness. With no native fauna around, the sounds carried for what seemed like miles. He could hear even through his own steps that Felicity was already closing in.

    "Damn," he muttered under his breath. "I was hoping to buy a few more minutes." He slung his hand out and drew upon the water beneath him. He shaped it with his mind into a makeshift pole and vaulted himself up onto a shelf about seven feet off the surface of the water beneath. He tossed the weapon to the side and began concentrating his magic. The weapon stopped in midair and began to reform into a pair of floating hands. While he stood there, he turned toward where he was sure the young woman would be climbing. As he did, the hands were doing work off to the side, pulling up strands of filament from the surrounding fungi.

    He could see through his peripheral vision that his experiment was something of a success. He was getting some high tensile strength filaments from closer to the top of the fungus, where the body was far less stiff and settled in place.

    As she climbed up in front of him, he drew the hands back to himself and had them wrap the filament around his arm like a length of rope.

    "Felicity," he said back, somewhat mockingly in response to his own name. The sing song tone of his voice didn't match the reality of their situation at all, and the slight grin creeping across his face told it all. He was, for once, just enjoying himself here in this moment.

    Without another word he backed up and dropped off the side of the small cliff and splashed noisily into the dark green-black muck beneath him. His coat felt heavy from the coating of muck and water infused within it, but he paid it no mind. He breathed in and out calmly as he waited for the inevitable angry red head to begin following him again.

    He hoped she would attempt to jump down on top of him, reckless as she tended to be, for he was prepared for that. He gauged where he most thought she was likely to jump from and stomped his foot in the muck. A few feet out from the edge of the short cliff several spikes of ice erupted, ready to impale anyone foolhardy enough to make that leap.

    Even if it doesn't win me the fight, if my guess is right, this attack should remove her from the equation long enough for me to start using these makeshift ropes.

  4. #14
    Nuclear Ragegirl

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    Felicity hissed as she climbed after Rehtul. The stalk of the mushroom was mushy and strange, but her anger caused her to kick bits of shroom into the muck below as she chased the ice mage.

    Just as they reached the top, Rehtul leapt off again. Graceful, he disappeared into the hazy gloom, and the darkness below. Felicity growled, pulling herself atop the mushroom head with jerky movements. She hurt, she was in pain. She winced as peered into the darkness and readied herself to jump.

    "Stop running!" She barked, leaping off the top of the fungal tree.

    Her opponent had outsmarted her.

    Instead of the smooth, lukewarm swamp waters, she collided with a series of cold spikes. Rehtul had formed approximately twelve of them, and they were so close together that she hit most of them. Her legs and thighs were completely impaled by the spikes, and she had cuts in the upper part of her body as well. One spike notably speared her side, probably puncturing a viral organ. It seemed as if Rehtul had used her impatience to his advantage, and bested her.

    Ah, but he forgot one crucial thing. Felicity's power. Every hit, every bleed, made her stronger. No, this fight was not over yet.

    Exposing the secret shadows, Felicity's being burned with a cloak of dark orange, poisonous energy. Nuclear power seeped from her wounds as the ice and water began to hiss. With rage screaming on her face, the girl moved. The ice spikes moaned and shattered as she overpowered them, breaking free and carrying many in her body still. Pain was unreadable, she felt no pain in this state. The dark surroundings were shaded in light. The mushroom trees, so used to the dark, were sickly in the face of such putrid power. They began to wilt ever so slightly under the effects of the power. Felicity herself could be seen ruined. Her clothes were tattered, ice spikes and deep wounds covered her mud soaked body. Steam emitted from the mud as her own body heat caused the mud to crust to dirt. The waters below reflected the reds and oranges of the nuclear cloak as Rhyolite limped towards Rehtul. All sanity was gone, only madness remained.

    Improved strength, immunity to pain, unadulterated rage, radiation poisoning, and a burning nuclear cloak were on a ninety second timer. As the water below boiled in the heat, Rehtul would be forced to think fast. Hopefully, survive.
    Last edited by Flamebird; 10-24-2020 at 10:55 PM.
    "Go ahead, break me down, bury my face in the ground. I'm stronger than stone, can endure until I'm ground to literal dust. Every time you hit me, it makes me stronger." ~ Felicity Rhyolite.

    "You were fierce, you were relentless and you surprised even me. But I'm worried. You’ve got power, and you’ve got skill. What you don’t seem to have is control." ~ Shinsou Vaan Osiris, to Felicity Rhyolite.


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  5. #15
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    As he watched from what he perceived to be a safe distance, hidden partly in the shadows at the base of one of the giant mushrooms, Rehtul smiled. He could see that his plan had worked. She had fallen precisely where he had intended. What he had not expected, however, was what happened next. After being impaled, something awoke inside her. He wiped sweat from his sleeve as he tried to understand what was happening. What could only be described as a dull, sickly looking flame engulfed the young woman's body as he watched.

    The water around her hissed and steamed. A dull candle surrounded by swirling mist was all he could see in mere seconds. The water boiled and bubbled around her. The light reflected from the mushrooms of the underground shimmied and swayed as the water was no longer still. From inside the steam Rehtul heard cracks. In the quiet of the room, they were deafening, thundering echoes that reverberated in the ice mage's ears. His body shook as he realized what this had to mean.

    "Shit," he muttered under his breath as he let the ropes he had made slip from his grip and slide into the muck at his feet. If the aura surrounding the girl's body was enough to let her shatter the spikes he'd made, there was no way hit little rope trick was going to work on her. She'd just walk right through them like they weren't even there.

    His legs shook as he took a few steps back from her. He knew his death would mean very little here in the Citadel, however, this being before him was somehow both more and less than human at the same time. A purely primordial power was in front of him and he could barely think to look away. Seconds dragged on for what seemed like minutes as his mind processed what would have to be done.

    RUN YOU FOOL! was all he could muster, and he did just that. Without another word, the cyromancer Rehtul Orlouge was running at a breakneck pace. He didn't even care where he was going, just as long as it was away from... whatever in the hell Felicity was now. He had expected a reaction similar to last time, but this was almost too much for him to have considered. He couldn't let her get close. If he did, she could easily snap his neck, if that cloak of power surrounding her body didn't burn him to ash first.

  6. #16
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    Weak.

    Felicity was so used to being that.

    She had been subjugated to racism and hate in her home town, was hidden away by an overprotective uncle, and had to trust others to train her. One of her mentors turned dark, mistreated her. Her current mentor was close yet absent. And of course, her cousin was dead. Weak. It was strange that Felicity's power allowed her to grow stronger per blow, when she so often walked through life defeated.

    Of course, there was another option aside staying defeated - getting stronger. Yet, however one grew stronger was in a string of multiple webs. One could grow wiser, learn from the past, and be a sage. True character growth, to rise above the past and choose happiness regardless of it all. Of course, there was another, darker strength too.

    Across the fungal forests, insane screams of rage could be heard. Unrestrained, out of control. Fear could easily steal the color from a helpless soul as nuclear energy gave the shadows a sickly orange glow. There was that third option, yes. The ugly option, the revolting option. She did not even hide it. Restrained by the ice wedged into her flesh, the girl ran as fast as she could through the sludge below. Oh, yes, the sadist option. The sad option.

    Taking the damage and becoming a monster.

    That was it. A monster. Drool slobbered down her chin as her limbs twitched erratically. Always keeping a glazed eye on the direction of her prey, the shell of Felicity Rhyolite stomped forward as she released another eerie below.

    If one listened close enough, the name of the ice mage she chased was barely comprehensible, yet nonetheless moaned.

    Her very presence poisoned the world around her. Her path through the terrain was obvious. Sickened plants, gloomy water, and burnt stalks of shroom. She turned her head, attempting to keep an eye on her terrified prey. She gurgled from the foam in her mouth as she twisted her arm out, grabbing a giant fungal stalk and pulling herself forward. Her boots pounded in the shallow water as she pulled decaying, burning mushroom off the plant she grabbed.

    Shaking, she made a sudden lunge towards her target, making several fast leaps before the awkwardness of the ice in her body stopped her. She pushed herself beyond human compression, pushing forward despite the pain it could cause to someone who could feel it. A shrieking creak was heard from one shard of ice as it steadily melted thanks to the cloak. The entire time, the unpredictable girl was barely keeping up with the running mage, and her very eyes peered into the cowardice in his soul.

    The hunter was unable to stop until the satisfaction of the hunt was done.

    Of course, the question stood - was this who Felicity truly was? Did she become this as a person between her meetings with Rehtul? Or, was this just a mocking perversion of her true personality?
    Last edited by Flamebird; 11-02-2020 at 11:55 PM.
    "Go ahead, break me down, bury my face in the ground. I'm stronger than stone, can endure until I'm ground to literal dust. Every time you hit me, it makes me stronger." ~ Felicity Rhyolite.

    "You were fierce, you were relentless and you surprised even me. But I'm worried. You’ve got power, and you’ve got skill. What you don’t seem to have is control." ~ Shinsou Vaan Osiris, to Felicity Rhyolite.


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