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Post by milicia on Jun 22, 2009 3:30:18 GMT -5
Milicia had stood ready to parry the thrust from Yeligar, yet the power of the wind he seemed to control and his sudden disappearance from view caught her off guard. Milicia did as her instructors had told her, and kept her head level as she quickly began a spell. Even as Yeligar's lance hilt hovered right near her she continued the incantation till it activated just after Yeligar finished speaking.
A spark of light similar to the one that created her barrier appeared, but instead of quickly dissipating it grew and burst into a violent flash of light. The crowd covered their eyes from the glaring white light as it engulfed the room. Milicia couldn't help but smile to herself as she took the brief moment to gracefully slip past the lance and move to the outside of Yeligar's lance-arm. She knew enough to know a warrior's strikes were weakest on that side, and she felt almost arrogant as her blade felt its way along his throat.
"The wind trick was cute Yeligar, but I still have yet to see a single trait that sets you apart from the rest. Now be serious this time, and prove that you have not wasted my time." She took the blade from his throat and marched a brisk few steps away from him before turning once more to face him.
"You may have the first strike." She said mocking his mannerisms. The crowd chuckled in response save for the few who still cheered on Yeligar. Their voices seemed to only grow louder as the second part of the mock battle began.
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Post by Yeligar Maelstrom on Jun 22, 2009 9:29:39 GMT -5
Yeligar said nothing. He placed his hand at the base of the lance and swiped his hand over it, encasing it in ice. He place the tip of the lance on the ground and ran towards her, leaving a trail of Ice behind him. as he swung up at Milicia, the Ice trail followed.
"I think I figured out on how you are doing the spells, now it will be easier." he said.
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Post by milicia on Jun 23, 2009 17:19:12 GMT -5
With an attack with that much preparation and linear direction, it was a breeze for Milicia to merely take a few quick hops to Yeligar's outside to avoid the chilly strike.
"I'll admit you have the character to be a strong Warlord Yeligar. Persistant, cool-headed, loyal. All of these important, but not nearly as important as one thing you lack; the respect of your fellow soldiers. Until you can prove to me and them that you are worthy of this title it cannot be yours. You have yet to even touch my barrier soldier and with a weapons as slow and linear as a lance I find it hard to believe you ever could." She was goading him harshly, but in part for his benefit. Though she was unsure if he was the right person yet, she did know she didn't want him to be completely shamed in combat either. She hoped in pointing out his flaws he could fix them enough to land a true strike at her.
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Post by Yeligar Maelstrom on Jun 23, 2009 18:10:05 GMT -5
"There is one problem though" he said "I am not fighting the other soldiers, just you. If you send them in then, I guess I would have to fight them." he Swung his lance and send some Ice streams at her.
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Post by milicia on Jun 24, 2009 1:32:55 GMT -5
Like a snake waiting in the bushes, the waves of ice that slithered across the ground caught Milicia off guard. The impact of the cold streams met violently against her barrier, letting the majority of the spell's damage be absorbed by it before the evervesant glow faded from her body. The attack sent her skitting a few feet on her backside before a quick bit of footwork brought her back to a defensive position.
"Didn't expect you to have a range attack. Starting to get good Yeligar and they think so too." Sure enough the vicious roars clammering for Yeligar's blood or defeat had quieted to a few rowdy soldiers while most merely watched with anticipation abound. She once again dashed forward, slipping a few odd movements into her graceful steps as her blade readied for another strike. Little did Yeligar know that these steps were an alternate way she had learned to channel her defensive spells.
It was only when she was within range of Yeligar's lance that she stopped dead center infront of him. She didn't stand still, moving with light bounces on her balls of her feet, as if taunting him the way a boxer bobs and sways before unleashing a finishing blow. As she felt the hidden aura surround her body, waiting for that last incantation to unbind itself a blend of excitement and fear filled her like she had never felt before.
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Post by Yeligar Maelstrom on Jun 24, 2009 9:51:18 GMT -5
Yeligar watched Milica carefully. He knew that her barrier spell was up and it would stop his lance. He also figured that she could avoid the ice streams again, so that was out of the question right now. This now meant that he had two moves left that he could do, but both times he had done them before, he killed his enemy. But he remember that he is not using his lance so the power of one of his attacks would be lowered. He decided that would be the best course of action.
"Please do not take this the wrong way, Milady." He said as he stuck out his lance and started to make a ring around himself " but I hope that your barrier is strong, because if I mess this up, even a little, you could die." His free hand then became cover in ice. Yeligar looked up with a smirk, and punched the air. The ring of ice extended to Milicia.
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Post by milicia on Jun 25, 2009 3:34:23 GMT -5
It did not matter to Milicia what it was that Yeligar was preparing as the ice formed around him. All she had waited for was the moment he had moved to the offensive. The previous steps of her advance had been graceful like a dancer's yet only she knew the purpose, the meaningful intent they carried as she wove the barrier spell, save for the last incantation.
With a quick wave of her free hand over her estoc she drew it close to her body, poised to strike forward. As she muttered the last words the same golden light that had once covered her only moments ago concentrated around her blade. Her magic instructor had told once that a spell's use is limited only by the caster's ingenuity. It was this wisdom that had allowed her to turn a defensive spell into an offensive strike, and as her first attempt against a live target she almost grinned with enthusiasm to see what would happen.
With a mighty, yet smooth motion of her arm the sword darted forth in a thrust. Yet where the blade stopped some distance from Yeligar himself the golden light extended forth in a radiant beam that travelled down from the hilt and past the tip. Though its appearance lent itself to be a piercing blow it clashed with Yeligar's ice ring in a dull thud. Milicia hoped that her focused attack would be enough to at least nullify her foe's attack, yet the optimist inside cried out for it to overcome the guardsman's chilly move.
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Post by Yeligar Maelstrom on Jun 25, 2009 16:18:24 GMT -5
As the ring collapsed after Milicia's beam, he quickly ran up the rubble. After he skid a bit, he reached the top. He then leaped towards Milicia.
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Post by milicia on Jul 1, 2009 15:43:35 GMT -5
Milicia was unable to see through the blast of rubble that flew out as the two attacks collided, and as she watched through the dusty cloud to try and find her foe she was busy whispering the incantation for her last recalled spell. The fight was starting to take its toll on her body, which was not use to the vigorous pace and strain of using her magic and physical strikes.
She had to give Yeligar this; he was unpredictable. It was only the glint of his lance up in the air that caught her eye, giving her but a moment to dodge. A moment more would have been enough, yet his lance caught her in the shoulder as she tried to sidestep the blow knocking her down harshly to the ground. Milicia cried out for only a moment before trying to retain her composure and resume the spell.
Just a few more seconds... She tried to speed through the incantation, her eyes darting around Yeligar to see what he would do next as she laid prone on the ground.
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Post by Yeligar Maelstrom on Jul 1, 2009 18:20:35 GMT -5
As Yeligar got up, he looked at Milicia, as she was laying, face down, on the ground.
There is no way I killed her, because of my lance. And I struck her on her shoulder, so I did not knock her out, so... She may be preparing a surprise attack! He jumped backwards and place his hand on his lance.
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Post by milicia on Jul 9, 2009 0:58:29 GMT -5
She couldn't believe Yeligar backing off, unless he had figured out she was going in for an attack. It was smart in that respect, yet the time he gave her allowed her to finish the spell. The light burst from her once more, yet the flash was dim and gone in an instant, almost too fast for anyone to have noticed it unless they were paying attention. She hopped to her feet and as she stood ready to strike at Yeligar she felt the magic fill her with energy. To Yeligar and everyone watching her body seemed to almost vibrate as she stood in place.
With a firm step forward she fired off in a burst of unnatural speed towards her foe. Covering the distance put between them in a second she rained a blitz of thrusts upon the unsuspecting Yeligar. Everytime her hand visibly made one strike he could feel the blow of 4 or 5 against his lance. It was her most vicious onslaught she could perform without the aid of some of the more powerful spells she had not yet mastered and hoped this attack would be enough against the fledgling guardsman.
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Post by Yeligar Maelstrom on Jul 15, 2009 21:21:35 GMT -5
As she finished with her violent attack, he looked at his lance. There were dents and cracks in it everywhere.
"This is not a good lance..." he said as he threw it to the side. He then fell to his knee, out of breath. "Well done, milady."
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Post by milicia on Jul 21, 2009 1:20:04 GMT -5
Milicia stopped her strike early as she saw the sparring lance reduced to a dented and useless hunk of metal. Seeing Yeligar surrender as he dropped to his knees she couldn't help but revel in her victory. Much of the crowd cheered, their excitement peaked at the finished battle. Sheathing the estoc she stepped close to Yeligar and stretched her hand out to him.
"It was an admirable effort on your behalf, Yeligar. Do you hear those cheers? Some are for my victory, some are for your defeat, but the rest my boy, those are for the experience that was this match. Now get up and take a bow." She looked at him with warmth and a touch of respect for the young guardsman.
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Post by Yeligar Maelstrom on Jul 23, 2009 9:51:55 GMT -5
"As you wish, milady." Yeligar said as he took her hand, stood up and then took a bow.
*End?*
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Post by milicia on Jul 28, 2009 3:31:37 GMT -5
Though the battle had not left Yeligar as the victor, he had still claimed a victory that only Milicia saw at that moment. The tournament passed and a new Warlord was chosen. Yeligar resumed his duties as a guardsman, somewhat disheartened by the idea that he would have to go back to the same job.
Yet he soon noticed the attention he got from the other soldiers. Despite his young age the others befriended him, and with years that friendship turned into admiration and respect. Under the old king and queen Yeligar was successful on the battlefield and rose through the ranks. By the time the next tournament to decree Warlord was declared Milicia had risen to her mother's title and it was no surprise that Yeligar was the favorite to win. With his fellow warriors' respect and trust, and Yeligar's significant improvement in combat Milicia at last gave him the title he had wished for those few years ago.
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