The Grand Melee Preliminaries - Cirra vs Angus - RPLOG

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Date

1/3/478

Log



The grandstands are filled with people today, eager to watch the hyped up dueling competition. There are watchers from all around Promise...with an exceptionally large crowd from Shralesta watching the tournament held in Heiour's glory. "Ladies and gentlemen!" The announcer, amplified voice by air magic introduces the participants. "On one side of the field is the pride of Sweetwater. The most renowned Solacious in town. Master marksman Angus Solacious!"

Cheers from the crowd.

"And on the other end, silent but deadly...master of earth and water. Give it up for Cirra!"

Slightly softer cheering.

"Are you readyy

Cirra grins a bit, though it's primarily going to be air magic and her sabre she fights with tonight. She is a little pouty that her reception is... less enthusiastic than Angus's, though She signs to her opponent. <Fight until one of us is heavily Wounded sound fair?> She wants to be able to walk out of the ring, and would like to extend her opponent the same opportunity.

Angus rolls his eyes at his reception a bit, thinking it was a little bit bloated for his own tastes. As Cirra signs to him he checks his pistols, nodding as he starts to smile. "Of course, I have no intention of actually hurting you." He answers as he tugs on the brim of his hat.

"Now...begiiiiin the battle!" The announcer sounds out, to much aplomb.

The nurse shark nods, quietly adjusting her pendant before casting a spell, coating herself in solid granite before charging at her foe. Mobility and speed would be her main advantages over the range of her opponent. She attempts to open with a swaying strike, hoping to get in past her opponent's defenses.

Angus draws his pistol as Cerris gets her spell ready, taking aim slowly upon the shark as she starts charging towards him. He knew the action she was taking, trying to get closer as he aims for her knee and squeezes the trigger, bright white light flashing as he sends the flaming round her way!

Cirra smiles as she steps back, raising her sword again. This time, her spell raises a veritable flurry of sand from the field, obscuring her from view as she makes her next move, threatening to blow down Angus.

Angus holsters the pistol as she moves away. "Very impressive!" He shouts as a forearm is brought up to stave off the wind that was picking up. Drawing one of the daggers in his belt he starts to sprint towards her, trying to get below her guard to strike.

Cirra winces as she takes the blow, having expected it and hoping to mitigate it with her sand storm. She ends the spell, leaving the dust in the air as she plows on, casting another spell, this one taking the form of Teeth? yes, icy shark's teeth. She moves forward, keeping Angus from getting range to strike like that again.

Angus does try and gain some distance, backpedaling hard to try and get out of the range of those shark teeth heading his way as he grabs at his blunderbuss, trying to pull the straps off as he cocks back the hammer!

The Nurse Shark notices her opponent fumbling with a larger gun. She decides to press her advantage, using some air magic to artificially increase her speed to try to run circles around the marksman.

Angus levels his gun at the shark, trying to take aim as she runs around him! He waits for a moment to try and keep it focused, waiting for the rightttttt moment before he fires!

Cirra smirks a bit, cursing mentally, though glad her opponent is wearing himself down. She flourishes her sword, lunging at him to close the distance.

Angus had no time to reload, letting the straps of his blunderbuss to catch it before it could hit the ground as he draws both blades from his belt to try and parry, before counter attack!

The Nurse shark smiles, glad her weapon got in through her opponent's defenses, even if it didn't do enough to take her opponent out of the fight. She backs off, holding her sword in a pose, ready to strike or block as her opponent moves.

Angus takes a stance, both blades ready in his hands as he takes stock of the situation. His guns were empty, her spells had taken his toll, he knew the course of action to take. Sheathing both blades he puts his hands up and smiles. "I yelled, you have one Cirra."

Cirra sheathes her sword, walking over to the grey fox and offering a hand in acceptance. She signs quickly. <This has been most enjoyable. I can help tend to your wounds if you like.> She smiles, glad for the challenge, and for the intense fight.

The crowd has been silent. Watching the action packed battle. "And we have a winner! And you know what they say, ladies and gentlemen...a rolling stone gathers no loss!" Laughters from the crowd slowly starting to disperse...