Post by glitters on Feb 24, 2013 1:11:02 GMT -5
((so sorry for it being late T^T))
The light of the rising sun shone heavily over the land of Crepusculum, the fields just beyond the mountains just being graced by the sun's soft, warm rays. A cool breeze blew through the long grass off of a fairly-well travelled path, nature's own way of fully awakening the two figures that stood to meet by a patch of gerberas.
Alessia, light-haired and garbed in appropriate battle attire stood tall as she approached her opponent, doing her best to give off a strong vibe of confidence. The opponent on the other hand, the known Annabelle Fraus, stared her down, light blue eyes not even so much flickering with a doubt as she took a good look over the much younger woman before her.
"Hello, dearie," Annabelle spoke sweetly, a venemous chuckle following, "this won't take long."
It put Alessia off, the old woman's words and she found herself stammering to argue back.
"H-how would you...?"
'She's overly confident, isn't she? She's trying to get under your skin. Just focus...'
Annabelle listened not to the girl as she boldly turned her back and took several paces the opposite direction immediately. Alessia's hands rested carefully to her side, softening as she noted the sun's growing gift of light to the area. Eyes kept on the old woman, Alessia loosened the heavy scarf that was wrapped around her neck, dropping it to the ground to reveal to the sun the tattoo that sat on her back. The old hag's chuckling grew louder the further away she became, worrying though more odd it had seemed. That was when Alessia looked down, noticing a black figure floating about her toes of her boots, a spiraling cloud of dark fog curling around her ankles and a soft, morbid 'aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh' breathed heavily in the young woman's ears. Instinctively, she leaped out of the growing fog, throwing her hands about and shaking her body as though she were attacked by a swarm of bugs she was trying to shake loose.
This was the work of Annabelle Fraus already it seemed, though what it had tried to do Alessia was not sure. She took a moment to take a breath and compose herself, a little startled by the first encounter but feeling like she was ready for what was to come next. However when she looked back in the direction that Annabelle had wandered off in, she was gone.
"Where did she...?" Alessia's eyes narrowed as she looked about trying to locate the hobbling old woman. She was old, she wouldn't have gone very far and certainly not fast, not in this expanse of field Annabelle had not a place to hide, really.
Alessia breathed slowly, fully, and focused on her own magic as she kept an eye out for Annabelle. She took a couple of steps where she'd last seen the woman, the ground soft under her boots and the morning's light trying to convince her all was calm and well.
"Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh[/i]..." the ghoulish moan, louder and closer than before echoed in Alessia's left ear; the girl gasped and leaped to the right, head whipping in the voice's direction and again seeing nothing. Her heart started pounding even as she leveled her breathing to what she felt was normal and she spoke aloud to herself.
"Tricks. It's a trick. What is she doing?" Alessia stood still for a moment as her eyes scanned the field once more, looking for a hint, "I'll find you..."
"Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh[/i]!"
Again, to the right; Alessia's automatic response this time was, with catlike reflexes, throw her hands in the direction of the moan and throw a heavy ball of light magic at it, hoping to catch Annabelle but to no avail, the woman was still missing.
"Where are you?!" Alessia found herself grumbling, louder, quickly finding she was losing her own patience with the freaky mage.
"I was never gone, dearie, hee hee hee heeeee~"
Her cackling old voice, it was heard and the figure not seen even as Alessia whipped around again to look for her. Never gone, she said. Then how...?
Alessia's thoughts quickly took her back to the black fog that rolled around her earlier. That wasn't, it couldn't have had anything to do with this, could it?
'It's a trick. It was a trick, she's playing a game with me--think Alessia!'
The next few seconds sped by too quickly as the eerie presence of something--or someone--showed up behind her, Alessia barely able to move to react to it before feeling her entire body pulse with pain as she was launched forwards several feet. The young woman tumbled and rolled in the dirt, seeing the devilish grin of Annabelle standing where she originally was, leaning on her staff with both boney hands wrapped tightly around the white magical instrument and a dark purple burst of light that appeared to fade around the woman's body. Their eyes met for only but a moment as Alessia felt an odd throbbing sensation coming from under her hand in the dirt. Quickly, she rolled just before the spot and several more around and under the girl started exploding sporadically, the force of each great enough to launch debris and stones that cut at the girl's skin as she narrowly dodged them.
Annabelle enjoyed the show, her amused chuckling continuing as she held a hand out at her opponent, wrinkly fingers wiggling about in the air as she mumbled on endless incantations. Small explosions were something she naturally could do with little focus, her hand gestures took care of that while the rest of her focused on something much bigger to come, just as the child found a way to get to her feet firmly she'd already had a planned way to knock her back down again.
However as Alessia steadied herself and Annabelle released her next attack, along the lines of a much larger-scaled explosion than what she was toying with the girl with earlier that focused solely on targeting her, a bright flash of golden light filled the area for a moment and temporarily blinded the old woman. Just as Annabelle thought she was about to get her sight back her own body felt a jolt of pain as she fell backwards, recognizing the bolt of dark energy she'd been hit with being a fragment of her very own attack. Alessia stood firmly where she was with a smile at the turned tables, her body glowing warmly and a wall made of light magic formed between the two women, having deflected Annabelle's attack and even weakening it.
The sun was out, the whole area was lit, and Alessia planned on using it. It was her turn to show the old bag how long this would really take.
Annabelle sat on the ground where she was, firmly holding her staff still and for a moment grabbing at her side. She wasn't used to actually taking a hit from anything, and it'd been so long that she for the first time actually worried for a moment that she...may very well be a little too old for this. Her eyes narrowed then as she was determined to not make any mistake, this young one was in for the pummeling of a lifetime! Her grip on her staff tightened and Alessia's hand shot up into the air.
"Umbra-vea ti'noat!" Annabelle's voice shouted as her staff dug into the ground, in a very quick moment she had...started getting up while a large cloud of black smoke started to form around her and at the same time from the sky a beam of light came down and absorbed into Alessia's left hand, her right still lightly touching the barrier she'd made for herself. She waited for the old woman to dare to come at her again but as she waited she quickly found Annabelle did no such thing as the cloud of smoke that rose around her started spiraling and winding around her robed figure. The smoke around her seemed to do nothing more than partially conceal her from Alessia's view but Alessia would take no chances and in that moment her raised hand lowered, the light she'd absorbed glowing so intensely in her body as both of her hands met before her, rolling outwards towards the old woman; the whole field seemed to disappear in the immense ray of light that shot from the younger girl. The whole scene would have seemed like overkill just to take out an little old lady had the smoke that surrounded her not wrapped around her, growing thicker as the light attack shoved itself into it. For a long moment both magics met and from Alessia's point of view the old woman and her black orb of dark magic was swallowed whole by her own attack. Where Annabelle was, that was more or less what was happening. Annabelle for the moment acknowledged her chance to survive an attack oddly powerful for a young woman was to keep her focus so her own magical barrier wouldn't collapse on her, and throw it right back at Alessia once her attack wore off.
Annabelle's own voice grew, almost echoing through the buzzing and whizzing sounds of both magic around her as she put her focus on a summoning spell, something of that belonging from a mighty beastfrom Hell. Alessia held her form as she heard the crazy old bat still speaking, clearly still up, and poured more of her own focus and energy into the light beam that threatened to destroy Annabelle's barrier. Feeling the push, Annabelle recited her spell louder and faster knowing full well she had very little time to complete it.
"...eti-a-fe rega'ti fe tae sukoyda vana--" the woman suddenly stopped almost conveniently as Alessia was just giving out, though she heard the abrupt end to the old woman's strange tongue and even felt much less resistance from her. It wasn't until the smoke and light cleared that she saw the old woman leaning on her staff again, sliding down it to the ground with a hand clutching at her chest. At first Alessia was going to take this as a sign of victory until she noticed the twisted look of what was obviously pain in the elderly woman's face and her whole body shook as she hit the ground below her, all fight immediately lost to her.
"A-are you...okay?" Alessia blinked. Was this a thing that was normal? Was this really even safe for an old woman? She did appear pretty old. But Alessia didn't want her to die, did she?
Annabelle fell to her side and did nothing more. Alessia's heart raced again as she looked from the body to the trees, the mountains behind her, and even up at the sun as if somehow inanimate objects had some kind of clue what she was supposed to do. She looked down to her hands and then back at the old woman and bit her lip, feeling she should at least um...move the body or...something...
She tiptoed up to the fallen elderly mage, ready to strike should it be a trap, and even upon approaching the body poked her with a stick several times in the armpits and even gave the old woman a swift, mild kick in the backside and muttering "sorry!" when Annabelle didn't reply. Feeling it safe enough to investigate, Alessia used the ball of her foot to roll the old woman over to get a look at her.
Annabelle lay fairly peacefully, eyes closed and jaw hanging open. Alessia stared at her for several long moments before she reached out to grab the old woman's arm. It was only when she got as close as she did that she heard from the woman one word:
"--deh!"
Alone that meant nothing, aside from perhaps one's lack of intelligence. Though knowing what had come from the old bat's mouth prior to her collapse sparked panic in Alessia as she realized, with guard dropped, her own mistake too late.
"Oh cra--"
And exploding from the ground beneath her came a large, scaly, clawed coal-coloured fist which first knocked Alessia upwards with a solid punch, barely giving her time to ascend before it reached out and gave the girl a brutal smack back to the ground, bashing its palm into her into the dirt before sliding back through the cracks of the ground back to its 'home' below.
"Heee heeheheeee, ha ha haaaa, hoo hoo ho hoooooeeee heeeee!" Annabelle cackled madly, laying on her back, having given up on getting up as when she moved pain throbbed in her whole back region where Alessia had kicked her. She settled for a rest for an hour or so, her head turned only to smile at her work as the young brat lay nearby, completely naive and completely out.
"Stupid kids..."
ANNABELLE WINS HO HO HO
The light of the rising sun shone heavily over the land of Crepusculum, the fields just beyond the mountains just being graced by the sun's soft, warm rays. A cool breeze blew through the long grass off of a fairly-well travelled path, nature's own way of fully awakening the two figures that stood to meet by a patch of gerberas.
Alessia, light-haired and garbed in appropriate battle attire stood tall as she approached her opponent, doing her best to give off a strong vibe of confidence. The opponent on the other hand, the known Annabelle Fraus, stared her down, light blue eyes not even so much flickering with a doubt as she took a good look over the much younger woman before her.
"Hello, dearie," Annabelle spoke sweetly, a venemous chuckle following, "this won't take long."
It put Alessia off, the old woman's words and she found herself stammering to argue back.
"H-how would you...?"
'She's overly confident, isn't she? She's trying to get under your skin. Just focus...'
Annabelle listened not to the girl as she boldly turned her back and took several paces the opposite direction immediately. Alessia's hands rested carefully to her side, softening as she noted the sun's growing gift of light to the area. Eyes kept on the old woman, Alessia loosened the heavy scarf that was wrapped around her neck, dropping it to the ground to reveal to the sun the tattoo that sat on her back. The old hag's chuckling grew louder the further away she became, worrying though more odd it had seemed. That was when Alessia looked down, noticing a black figure floating about her toes of her boots, a spiraling cloud of dark fog curling around her ankles and a soft, morbid 'aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh' breathed heavily in the young woman's ears. Instinctively, she leaped out of the growing fog, throwing her hands about and shaking her body as though she were attacked by a swarm of bugs she was trying to shake loose.
This was the work of Annabelle Fraus already it seemed, though what it had tried to do Alessia was not sure. She took a moment to take a breath and compose herself, a little startled by the first encounter but feeling like she was ready for what was to come next. However when she looked back in the direction that Annabelle had wandered off in, she was gone.
"Where did she...?" Alessia's eyes narrowed as she looked about trying to locate the hobbling old woman. She was old, she wouldn't have gone very far and certainly not fast, not in this expanse of field Annabelle had not a place to hide, really.
Alessia breathed slowly, fully, and focused on her own magic as she kept an eye out for Annabelle. She took a couple of steps where she'd last seen the woman, the ground soft under her boots and the morning's light trying to convince her all was calm and well.
"Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh[/i]..." the ghoulish moan, louder and closer than before echoed in Alessia's left ear; the girl gasped and leaped to the right, head whipping in the voice's direction and again seeing nothing. Her heart started pounding even as she leveled her breathing to what she felt was normal and she spoke aloud to herself.
"Tricks. It's a trick. What is she doing?" Alessia stood still for a moment as her eyes scanned the field once more, looking for a hint, "I'll find you..."
"Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh[/i]!"
Again, to the right; Alessia's automatic response this time was, with catlike reflexes, throw her hands in the direction of the moan and throw a heavy ball of light magic at it, hoping to catch Annabelle but to no avail, the woman was still missing.
"Where are you?!" Alessia found herself grumbling, louder, quickly finding she was losing her own patience with the freaky mage.
"I was never gone, dearie, hee hee hee heeeee~"
Her cackling old voice, it was heard and the figure not seen even as Alessia whipped around again to look for her. Never gone, she said. Then how...?
Alessia's thoughts quickly took her back to the black fog that rolled around her earlier. That wasn't, it couldn't have had anything to do with this, could it?
'It's a trick. It was a trick, she's playing a game with me--think Alessia!'
The next few seconds sped by too quickly as the eerie presence of something--or someone--showed up behind her, Alessia barely able to move to react to it before feeling her entire body pulse with pain as she was launched forwards several feet. The young woman tumbled and rolled in the dirt, seeing the devilish grin of Annabelle standing where she originally was, leaning on her staff with both boney hands wrapped tightly around the white magical instrument and a dark purple burst of light that appeared to fade around the woman's body. Their eyes met for only but a moment as Alessia felt an odd throbbing sensation coming from under her hand in the dirt. Quickly, she rolled just before the spot and several more around and under the girl started exploding sporadically, the force of each great enough to launch debris and stones that cut at the girl's skin as she narrowly dodged them.
Annabelle enjoyed the show, her amused chuckling continuing as she held a hand out at her opponent, wrinkly fingers wiggling about in the air as she mumbled on endless incantations. Small explosions were something she naturally could do with little focus, her hand gestures took care of that while the rest of her focused on something much bigger to come, just as the child found a way to get to her feet firmly she'd already had a planned way to knock her back down again.
However as Alessia steadied herself and Annabelle released her next attack, along the lines of a much larger-scaled explosion than what she was toying with the girl with earlier that focused solely on targeting her, a bright flash of golden light filled the area for a moment and temporarily blinded the old woman. Just as Annabelle thought she was about to get her sight back her own body felt a jolt of pain as she fell backwards, recognizing the bolt of dark energy she'd been hit with being a fragment of her very own attack. Alessia stood firmly where she was with a smile at the turned tables, her body glowing warmly and a wall made of light magic formed between the two women, having deflected Annabelle's attack and even weakening it.
The sun was out, the whole area was lit, and Alessia planned on using it. It was her turn to show the old bag how long this would really take.
Annabelle sat on the ground where she was, firmly holding her staff still and for a moment grabbing at her side. She wasn't used to actually taking a hit from anything, and it'd been so long that she for the first time actually worried for a moment that she...may very well be a little too old for this. Her eyes narrowed then as she was determined to not make any mistake, this young one was in for the pummeling of a lifetime! Her grip on her staff tightened and Alessia's hand shot up into the air.
"Umbra-vea ti'noat!" Annabelle's voice shouted as her staff dug into the ground, in a very quick moment she had...started getting up while a large cloud of black smoke started to form around her and at the same time from the sky a beam of light came down and absorbed into Alessia's left hand, her right still lightly touching the barrier she'd made for herself. She waited for the old woman to dare to come at her again but as she waited she quickly found Annabelle did no such thing as the cloud of smoke that rose around her started spiraling and winding around her robed figure. The smoke around her seemed to do nothing more than partially conceal her from Alessia's view but Alessia would take no chances and in that moment her raised hand lowered, the light she'd absorbed glowing so intensely in her body as both of her hands met before her, rolling outwards towards the old woman; the whole field seemed to disappear in the immense ray of light that shot from the younger girl. The whole scene would have seemed like overkill just to take out an little old lady had the smoke that surrounded her not wrapped around her, growing thicker as the light attack shoved itself into it. For a long moment both magics met and from Alessia's point of view the old woman and her black orb of dark magic was swallowed whole by her own attack. Where Annabelle was, that was more or less what was happening. Annabelle for the moment acknowledged her chance to survive an attack oddly powerful for a young woman was to keep her focus so her own magical barrier wouldn't collapse on her, and throw it right back at Alessia once her attack wore off.
Annabelle's own voice grew, almost echoing through the buzzing and whizzing sounds of both magic around her as she put her focus on a summoning spell, something of that belonging from a mighty beastfrom Hell. Alessia held her form as she heard the crazy old bat still speaking, clearly still up, and poured more of her own focus and energy into the light beam that threatened to destroy Annabelle's barrier. Feeling the push, Annabelle recited her spell louder and faster knowing full well she had very little time to complete it.
"...eti-a-fe rega'ti fe tae sukoyda vana--" the woman suddenly stopped almost conveniently as Alessia was just giving out, though she heard the abrupt end to the old woman's strange tongue and even felt much less resistance from her. It wasn't until the smoke and light cleared that she saw the old woman leaning on her staff again, sliding down it to the ground with a hand clutching at her chest. At first Alessia was going to take this as a sign of victory until she noticed the twisted look of what was obviously pain in the elderly woman's face and her whole body shook as she hit the ground below her, all fight immediately lost to her.
"A-are you...okay?" Alessia blinked. Was this a thing that was normal? Was this really even safe for an old woman? She did appear pretty old. But Alessia didn't want her to die, did she?
Annabelle fell to her side and did nothing more. Alessia's heart raced again as she looked from the body to the trees, the mountains behind her, and even up at the sun as if somehow inanimate objects had some kind of clue what she was supposed to do. She looked down to her hands and then back at the old woman and bit her lip, feeling she should at least um...move the body or...something...
She tiptoed up to the fallen elderly mage, ready to strike should it be a trap, and even upon approaching the body poked her with a stick several times in the armpits and even gave the old woman a swift, mild kick in the backside and muttering "sorry!" when Annabelle didn't reply. Feeling it safe enough to investigate, Alessia used the ball of her foot to roll the old woman over to get a look at her.
Annabelle lay fairly peacefully, eyes closed and jaw hanging open. Alessia stared at her for several long moments before she reached out to grab the old woman's arm. It was only when she got as close as she did that she heard from the woman one word:
"--deh!"
Alone that meant nothing, aside from perhaps one's lack of intelligence. Though knowing what had come from the old bat's mouth prior to her collapse sparked panic in Alessia as she realized, with guard dropped, her own mistake too late.
"Oh cra--"
And exploding from the ground beneath her came a large, scaly, clawed coal-coloured fist which first knocked Alessia upwards with a solid punch, barely giving her time to ascend before it reached out and gave the girl a brutal smack back to the ground, bashing its palm into her into the dirt before sliding back through the cracks of the ground back to its 'home' below.
"Heee heeheheeee, ha ha haaaa, hoo hoo ho hoooooeeee heeeee!" Annabelle cackled madly, laying on her back, having given up on getting up as when she moved pain throbbed in her whole back region where Alessia had kicked her. She settled for a rest for an hour or so, her head turned only to smile at her work as the young brat lay nearby, completely naive and completely out.
"Stupid kids..."
ANNABELLE WINS HO HO HO