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ROUND ONE: Xira v. Azzuen >> AZZUEN

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The first round will be between Xira and Azzuen. You will be fighting using strictly magic, and your goal is not necessarily to injure your opponent. You will be assessed based on realism of writing and creativity. Make your judge believe in your magic!

There will be Two Rounds plus a Closing defense. Official challenge rules for time limits and word counts apply.

You are fighting in the: Heavenly Fields during midday, in considerably warm weather with strong winds.

Xira Posts: 67
Up For Adoption atk: 5.5 | def: 9 | dam: 5
Mare :: Pegasus :: 14.2 hh :: 7 HP: 64 | Buff: NOVICE
Kye :: Red-Footed Falcon :: Read Adoptable
#2
XIRA</style>
& Kye</style>

Xira had heard tell of a contest that was not of strength, but of cunning and skill. The very thought of such a thing intrigued her, but not enough to draw her into it entirely. No, it was the promise of prestige and the satisfaction of winning that convinced her she was to participate in the games. For most, she held no interest. There was something about the concept of playing with another's mind, however, and manipulating her magic to turn another on their back, that brought her into the clearing that day.

She saw her company and recognized him instantly as the general Azzuen. Inwardly she scoffed. It would be a pleasant experience to boggle the simple mind of the herd's grandest warrior. She kept her distance and watched him from afar before taking wing and allowing her body to disappear from sight. Her feathers flared up and out, and she displayed with pride the chestnut beneath her emerald green feathers. Her coat, curly and thick even now, long before frostfall, caught the wind, and her short mane twirled playfully in the rush of air suddenly surging about her solid figure. As she was blended in with the sky above her, it would take a careful ear to pinpoint her location. Even as she landed behind him, it was with careful hooves and a light step. No vibrations could have been felt as, with outstretched wings that caught the air, she touched upon the earth. The trees were seen through her undisturbed. Were it not for the faint breathing, she may have not existed at all.

She watched him with eyes that would have been the tone of a peacock's chest were they not hidden, and pictured him bowing at her hooves. His ear tips would grace her chest, and he would declare her the rightful winner of the duel. Surely this sort of treatment was what she deserved- certainly the outcome could be no other. Her breath was held as she waited and allowed the time to move by, but it seemed to pass on forever. From the several paces away from Azzuen where she stood, she felt safe. But if he were to find her now, if she were to let loose the much needed gasp for air, or to shift even the slightest, he could discover her. She refused sacrifice the win simply because Azzuen was skilled at hide and seek.


[[WC: 405 || PC: 1/2 || Xira takes flight, turns invisible, and then lands as quietly as possible behind him.]]


NOTHING I CAN SAY WILL PURIFY MY FOOLISH TONGUE.</style>

image by onigiri-kun @ flickr.com</style>

Ázzuen the Ardent Posts: 94
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Stallion :: Pegasus :: 15.1 :: 8
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An informant's rank was one Azzuen could never see himself fulfilling; it took stealth, subtlety, a way with words and thoughts. This stallion was none of those things, at least not all at the same time, as would be required should he ever desire to fulfil such a rank. No, the physical, tangible rank of General suited him far better. Training of his body helped keep his mind sharp. Though it was not this way for many, it certainly worked for him.

Easy, smooth steps brought him onto the Fields, a land which he had recently visited and swiftly fled, due to the raging lightning storms cast down upon he and his mate by the inglorious Sun God. A soft snort rippled his nostrils at the memory, a tweak in his step as the scar upon his thigh tingled. It was a thin line, mostly covered by his thickening coat now. The stallion shook his head slightly, as if ridding himself of those past thoughts. He had to focus.

Battle was an honourable game for the stallion. Physical battles often won wars, but that didn't make the use of magic just as important. Azzuen ruffled the feathers that decorated his long, thick wings, stretching them out about half their full length before folding them near once more. He looked ahead, he spied the crafty little mare. He restrained himself from using his magic to enhance his sights, he would surely require those skills later on.

However, before he could get too close, and truly look her in the eye, she was off - and gone. The stallion snorted again, louder this time, surprised. Immediately he cast his crown around him, looking upwards, sideways, spinning upon a single hock so that he was facing 180 degrees from his original position. Concentration caused wrinkles to crimp his face, his ears pressed forward in attempts to hear a whisper, a hint of her whereabouts. Again, he resisted using the magic that would enhance his body.

It was time then, to engage his other magic. Azzuen held an affinity for electricity, though not as obviously as his brother had. He concentrated now, his grasp upon this magic was loose and barely there; he almost feared this magic, for sometimes it held disastrous outcomes. But here, in open fields, where the only obstacles one's body could be thrown against was grass and dirt, and where this was a test of magic, he held fast onto his resolve to use it.

He thought he heard a footstep. It was a breath after that, that his wings unfurled suddenly from his sides, making the radius of his magic all the broader, all the more powerful. An instant after that, he called upon it, and created the magnetic bubble that would repel all living things away from himself. Having his wings open served another purpose, as the many bugs and insects in the ground beneath him were driven further into the ground, he was lifted up by his own magic.

A slow, rhythmic beat was drummed by the strong appendages then, and the stallion hovered at least 15 feet in the air, clutching onto his magic that would send anything with a pulse away from him. His eyes, which were stained a brilliant electric blue, scoured the land before him, full of hope and anticipation that his opponent's position would be revealed.

[ 557 words.
Azz spins around as Xira flies over him, trying to look for her. He think he hears her land, or a footstep, and immediately spreads his wings and activates his repelling magic, using the magic as it reacts off other biological life in the soil to put himself in the air, hovering. ]

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#4
Xira has exceeded 5 days past the 72 hour limit, therefore the duel is defaulted to Azzuen.


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