Re: Elemental Exercises
Posted: Sun Aug 25, 2019 10:10 am
Date: 43rd of Ashan, Arc 719
Weapons: Tower, Scythe
Buffs: N/A
Status: Sore
Weapons: Tower, Scythe
Armor: Leather Armor
Buffs: N/A
Debuffs: N/A
Praetorum blinked in slight surprise as Balthazar flattened out the flames Prae had shot at him, forming a wall the ithecal couldn't see through. It seemed the other defier had had the same idea as him. But Prae had had it first, and he was fairly certain he would be able to land a blow before Balthazar did. Besides, Praetorum's experience was that in fighting an enemy armed with a tower shield, one had to be precise, and it was difficult to do that with a smoke screen in the way.
As Praetorum slashed at his opponent, he heard a noise, something like the tearing of cloth, only louder. Something about the sound was familiar, but nothing sprang immediately to mind. Alarmed, he called for the fire between him and Balthazar to dim, gambling that losing the surprise of his attack was worth being able to see what he was up against. The flames quickly dissipated at Prae's request, revealing...
Nothing.
Prae did not have much time to puzzle over his opponent's sudden disappearance. Before another thought could wind through his mind, something came crashing down on his head, sending Prae tumbling forwards. The ithecal let out an undignified squawk, and nearly fell before the wind caught him, pushing him back onto his feet. Whirling around, Prae raised his scythe in alarm, only to find his opponent flopped over onto the ground, seemingly spent.
How had—
A memory tickled at him, of a book dropping from thin air into his mentor's hands. "Was that... rupturing?" Prae asked, lowering his scythe. "I didn't realize you could make a... rip thingy... that could fit something as big as a person through."
Looking at Balthazar now, Praetorum thought it would probably be best to end their training here. They'd both learned from each other, he thought, and Prae was starting to feel the bad kind of soreness come on. So he slung his shield and scythe over his back, and reached out to help Balthazar up. "Good fight." Prae told him, grinning. "Let's do it again sometimes. "
As Praetorum slashed at his opponent, he heard a noise, something like the tearing of cloth, only louder. Something about the sound was familiar, but nothing sprang immediately to mind. Alarmed, he called for the fire between him and Balthazar to dim, gambling that losing the surprise of his attack was worth being able to see what he was up against. The flames quickly dissipated at Prae's request, revealing...
Nothing.
Prae did not have much time to puzzle over his opponent's sudden disappearance. Before another thought could wind through his mind, something came crashing down on his head, sending Prae tumbling forwards. The ithecal let out an undignified squawk, and nearly fell before the wind caught him, pushing him back onto his feet. Whirling around, Prae raised his scythe in alarm, only to find his opponent flopped over onto the ground, seemingly spent.
How had—
A memory tickled at him, of a book dropping from thin air into his mentor's hands. "Was that... rupturing?" Prae asked, lowering his scythe. "I didn't realize you could make a... rip thingy... that could fit something as big as a person through."
Looking at Balthazar now, Praetorum thought it would probably be best to end their training here. They'd both learned from each other, he thought, and Prae was starting to feel the bad kind of soreness come on. So he slung his shield and scythe over his back, and reached out to help Balthazar up. "Good fight." Prae told him, grinning. "Let's do it again sometimes. "