WHO: Zelgadis and others just get in here ok
WHERE: A vacant lot all groomed and abused for sword&sorcery practice
WHEN: Next week...pick a day
WARNINGS: Idk yet
SUMMARY: Magic and swords and spars and spectators and whatever else happens happens ok? ok
FORMAT: No (whatever you want)
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good lord zel get a job )
But for all that needed to be done, it didn't mean she couldn't drop in on the person she saw most frequently. She popped into that familiar lot with a practiced warp, landing seated atop one of the still-standing but much abused earthen pillars of Zelgadis's own creation.
The heels of her boots clunked dully against rock, but she made no overtures of greeting to catch his attention. She was content enough to watch, for the moment.
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"I guess that depends on if that can even happen," he said. "I'm the one with thicker skin, here."
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"We'll see."
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He still hadn't figured a good counter to that, he thought suddenly. Well. Aside from landing the Shadow Snap before she could. He'd just have to be more keen to keeping his hands in a casting form, just in case.
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But time tricks were boring, and not how Terra wanted to fight. Instead, when the familiar white power surged to her hands, she flung her hands wide with a call of "Poison!"
On Zel's end of the lot, noxious green globules emerged from the ground, rising and wavering like hot wax in water, the scent even more disgusting than the sight. Contact would not soak him, and no physical residue would remain once they had evaporated into air, but if it held, it would do quite the number to his body, be it flesh or stone.
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"Flare Bit-!" he called, sweeping his free arm ahead of him and loosing little high-speed bullets of fire across a wide range. Two or three sweeps, a chance to scrub his eyes and refocus, make a plan...something.
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There were cliches about this, but fire was always her strongest element.
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He hurled a pair of frozen arrows from one side as he strafed away from the new, steaming structure.
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The spell then wasn't an offensive blow, but regen to her own wounds. It was no blast of cure, healing everything in an instant, but the steady, continuous recovery would put her on closer footing to his impenetrable body.
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Dug Haut, one of his signatures; that didn't require much precision, just a bit of push. And that poor lot once again went into a mess of shooting rock and stone.
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But Dug Haut was not Quake, and where her trembling of the earth came with the illusion of the ground being torn asunder, of gaping pits and an hour's fall until death, Zelgadis's was far more real and significantly more dangerous. Fang after fang of stone erupt from the ground, sharp teeth biting at her path.
He had her on the run, at least for the moment, and that was enough to stave off her retaliatory attack.
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As the ice closed in around her, trapping her within, Terra pressed her hands against her face, protecting her eyes and her mouth, and giving her just enough give to speak.
It took longer for this spell to build, warm power gathering in her hands against her cheeks, and her body shivered in the ice. For a moment, she wondered if this was how Tritoch felt, frozen in ice for a thousand years in the cold mines of Narshe. Such a fate would never be hers.
She could not shout in the ice, and so when the word "Meltdown" passed her lips, it seemed to go no further than her own palms. Even barricaded in ice she could feel it, the wind so strong it made the earth shake and the ice tremble, melting at alarming speed. The heat of fire without source buffeted against the enclosure, and in ( ... )
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