Fantasy RPG Forum - Standing Trials

Blue skin and purple eyes made the warrior clench his sword in anticipation of some magical energy slamming into him. Biting down hard, he remained motionless as the dissolved energy moved through him. He was confused as to why the ether was leaving an imprint all around him.

Not even giving him a chance to take a breath, Patrick instantly fell on him, violently dragging him to the floor with a tremendous amount of energy.

The broad, steely shoulders of the mustachio thrashed about in attempt to break free, but before he knew it he was rolling in the dirt. The large brim on his helmet stopped his face from getting damaged; his armor only cushioning a bit of the blow. Still clutching his sword, he violently jerked his body in what should have been a bear crawl, but it was too awkward to be deemed any real technique. Totally surprised from the Blink, all he knew was that he needed to break free from the grasp of his opponent.

“Get off of me!”

Gangui heaved away with all his energy and broke free out of Patrick’s grip. Snapping up to his feet, the warrior immediately flipped and back pedaled to generate distance between his opponent. Still pointed the sword at Patrick, he felt his own heavy breathes and sweat forming into runnels under his armor.

Holding the hilt of his blade against his right hip, Gangui broadcasted a heavy power stab before charging Patrick again. This time he had a trick up his sleeve. On the third step of his bounding assault, Gangui spinned three-hundred and sixty degrees. While doing this he changed up the trajectory of his blade into upward cut, hoping his opponent would be fooled into a early grave.

The warrior’s eyes widened as he soaked in the information from his opponent into the codex that was his battle instincts. The Blink move was obviously Rupture due to the noise, but this guy had no control over it. A fact he concluded after seeing the man sail into the air, arms and feet waving about.

The man bounced down, tumbling like a children’s play toy.

Coude grae!

Bounding forward, the warrior would not let up on the pace of the battle. During times of peace and rest, he would often lose himself into a multitude of things, but never on the field. Right now his focus was single minded. It made him feel light and indeed wondrous. It was the spirit of man, the lightning renaissance of a hard worker.

The steely blade glittered in the moonlight as it moved with the flow of his chinking armor. The smell of the lily on his helm grazing the senses.

But a petty thief was a petty thief and would not allow him the pleasure of continuing the battle.

“Whoa whoa whoa!” He called out with hands raised, as though he yet again intended surrender. “Come on pal! Pretty sure it doesn’t have to end this way!” He too looked to be drenched in a sweat, already his eyes in another glow as he kept his hands in a gesture of surrender.

The warrior recognized the universal sign of surrender in the man’s hand gestures and the steel in his nerves began to seize control of his actions. Turning off the motor of his momentum, Gangui trampled to a stop, stomping on the insteps to slow down his huge mass from moving right through the rupture mage.

The glowing violet eyes of his opponent suddenly locked in with Gangui’s icy blues. Their was a brief tense pause. “... Who are you?”

Stiffened with his eyes still on the blade, the man glanced up to Gangui and then forced a weak smile. “Just some asshole.” With that response his entire physique glowed and disappeared, the ethereal imprint left behind fading after his disappearance.

Screaming the aukari blood in his heart pushed away all the discipline of steel he had mustering. Raising the sword into the air, he slammed down on the pile of leaves that the asshole had been standing on.

As the leaves fell back down into their place, Gangui mentally cursed the man who had assaulted him and damaged their property.

Returning to the scene Gangui was already yelling at the men who were still dealing with the flames.

“We were attacked by an Enemy of the Free Market!”

“I want more men on watch!”

“I want this asshole mage found!”

“No half measures!”

As he ordered these things a few of his men brought in the last of the unconscious, a nose bloodied individual only Gangui would recognize. Tresah. It appeared as though he were bashed in the face with a blunt object, while he mumbled words about getting the chalice back to Raimeus.

“You tell Raimeus that he come her for parley immediately! We need a plan!”

The warrior touched the key that was slung around his neck. As the chaos simmered, he sheathed his sword and looked at the distant forest. Raimus was fucking with him business wise. He had screwed up with the negotiations. When magic was involved the price doubled.

Tresah had yet to move. The warrior flipped around and said calmly, “Tresah, I wanna talk to him now.”

The bloodied man nodded and held his nose as he walked away.