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8th of Zi'Da 721





And so, with the forfeiture of Vivian Shiryu, and Elisabeth Angelus, the entire lower bracket of the tournament collapsed, and it would be impossible to crown a Champion without some form of asterisk. It was on the whole not a very satisfying prospect, for either the fighters involved or the people spectating, or those judging the fighters. When Elisabeth forfeited her match, after Vivian left for the Bloodworks with her contingent of Knights, there rose a rumble from the audience. People demanding their bookies return their money, people demanding their tickets be refunded. There were rumblings of corruption among the Lightning Knights, tipping the scales of the tournament, poisoning the Angler, and the fact that Elisabeth Angelus was well known to be romantically involved with Balthazar, and thus had thrown her match in order to improve his chances at winning.

None of it was remotely true, of course, but in the fury of the moment, none of that mattered to the angry and disappointed crowd. Their fury was stoked by a hidden force among their number, several hidden forces. As Elisabeth tried to exit via the bloodworks and the Infirmary, she'd find her way blocked by several masked figures who seemingly came out of the woodwork. The way was barred also, from the arena's side. But try as she might, the masked figures would not allow her to pass without a challenge.

The Ground Pounder met Balthazar in the middle of their division of the arena, ready to square off, more or less oblivious to the changes around them. It was just as the crowd noise, but the announcement of Elisabeth's forfieture caused a slight uproar. There was talk of cancelling the tournament. And then a shrill scream, as someone in the stands was stabbed by a masked assailant.

Then they began appearing out of seemingly the stonework of the arena. masked mummer's in blood-red motley, wielding knives and spears. One of these spears, infused with the power of wrathling rage, coursed through the sky, and found its way squarely into the back of the Ground Pounder.

The rage in the arena was reaching a fever pitch in the carnage, and all of it coalesced to a central target, a convenience Scapegoat. Elisabeth Angelus. Thus the crowd was moved to rush the arena, and attempt to attack Elisabeth.

The Ground Pounder bled out into the sands of the Arena.

Inside the arena, the Decree of Ilaren was no longer in effect, and the masked assailants and regular crowd-goers incensed by the power of Sesser's Scapegoat, rushed the arena, intent on attacking the focus of their ire.

Balthazar and Elisabeth had only moments to react, and fight back. The Lightning Knights and Thunder Priestesses in the stands were trying to hold off the bulk of the rush, but nevertheless about two dozen of the angry crowd and six of the masked assailants made their way into the midst of the Lightning Dome's fighting pit.

Fury's Gauntlet was thrown down.



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8 Zi'da 721
Elisabeth rushed across the arena to warn Balthazar about what she had seen but with a remarkable lack of evidence, he found that all he could conclude was he felt something was wrong too. He'd been aware of that much when someone other than Ilaren declared the winner of these rounds. He looked confused because he was. What was she talking about? Before he could say anything to her in reply she forfeit her match and turned to go somewhere else, he assumed the infirmary based on what she had said. He turned and found the Ground Pounder standing in the arena, ready for the next fight. The fight would still happen? Now Balthazar had gone from somewhat confused to very confused. Could everyone just take a moment and let him figure out what was happening? The look in the Ground Pounder's eyes said no. It said that it was time for combat.

I suppose I can make this quick. Balthazar thought to himself as he took a step towards his opponent and watched a spear fly through her back. More accurately, he watched the spear begin to sail through the sky and attempted instinctively to reach out and knock it from the air with a gust of wind only to be reminded that his powers were sealed within Ilaren's Decree. So he was left with no option but to watch the spear plunge itself into his opponents back. He hadn't wanted it to go that quickly. Balthazar moved to his fallen opponent quickly and dropped to a knee beside her but there was no time to move her beyond the range of the decree and heal her before chaos was set loose in the arena. Balthazar's healing experience was all magic and so he found himself unfortunately unprepared to help the impaled fighter.

"No, no, no." Balthazar put his hands on the Ground Pounder's shoulder and desperately tried whatever he could while masked assailants and members of the crowd violated and broke the bond keeping his powers from working. Suddenly he felt it all snap back into place. He could feel all motion around him again, sparks began dancing around his arms, and his eyes began to glow a bright blue as etheric cracks spread over his body where all his mutations were- like ether pushing to the surface to try and escape. Now, now it would work. He put his hands over the Ground Pounder again and using Vri's mark he tried to forced the woman into a state like death to stop his bleeding. With the way the spear had hit, Balthazar was not sure his effort would do anything but he felt better trying to save the fighter. One trial. That was how long the state would last unless real death overtook her. If the mark worked, that was.

Concern for the Ground Pounder could not last forever. Masked figures in red who'd been armed in the stands descended upon he and Elisabeth in the arena along with a good number of the crowd who'd only been watching moments before. Balthazar rose to his feet, hands fresh with the blood of the dying woman, and turned to the oncoming assault.

A crucible all our own. It didn't sound like his own voice in his head when he thought the words, but he thought them all the same. His hands slowly clenched into fists as his eyes darted around the mass that had begun to descend on them. Nearly two dozen people just from the stands themselves, six people with masks, not Lightning Knights or Thunder Priests because they were occupied stopping more from getting through. How many times had he fought those numbers and won? And now he had his power back.

One had to hope the Lightning Knights would have the presence of mind to see that Balthazar was trying to help and not simply feeding into the chaos. He had no desire to brutalize the clearly irrational populous of the arena, but he was more than willing to shatter a few masks. No one wearing a mask, by his uninformed estimate, was on their side. Crowd goers, maybe. Masked people flinging spears, no.

Balthazar reached a hand out as the mass closed in on he and Elisabeth and swiped it down aggressively, scratching at the space around the largest portion of the crowd and attempting to unleashing a painfully loud roar in the center of the crowd. It was one of the few things he could think to do which wouldn't cause any real permanent damage to those who were simply letting their anger boil over. From there Balthazar's pace increased from a walk to a small jog. He couldn't use fire without risking real injury or damage to the arena. Lightning was out for the same reason. Earth he had to be careful with but wind? Wind was good for crowd control. It would be difficult to keep them from hurting each other as they fell but... if they didn't want to get hurt they were standing in the wrong fighting pit trying to fight the wrong people.

He brought his arms around in a wide circle, calling upon his second kin element for aid, and then he thrust his hands forward- attempting to send a powerful blast of wind into the crowd storming the arena. However that would be all he attempted until he got a better idea of where everyone was in the chaos.

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Bellinos - Death's Pallor to try and keep the Ground Pounder somewhat alive
Rupturing - Roar to try and disorient most of the people rushing into the arena
Defiance - To try and summon a powerful wind to knock people down
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Well, that escalated quickly.

There were many things Elisabeth could have predicted, but the reaction from the crowd was not one of them. She could understand some disappointment, being Rharne and all that. Truthfully, she was disappointed at not being able to see the tournament through though happy with the progress she had made. The situation wasn't something she could ignore, however.

Then, things got worse. Much worse.

Balthazar tried to help Ground Pounder, and Elisabeth ducked into Balthazar's arena, keeping him to her back as the crowd tried to rush. Despite the Thunder Priestess' and Lightning Knights' efforts, many broke through – a mix of masks and what appeared to be regular spectators. Masks. It couldn't be, could it?

She didn't have time to consider if Syroa was somehow behind this party, but the young woman felt the anger rise in her, remembering what she had seen of Balthazar's death in vivid detail at the hands of the Immortal. It was an instinctual reaction – raw and primal. Elisabeth couldn't even be sure of the identity of the masked people. Still, the colors and reminder of even her time on Immortal's Tongue with Cassion's Eagle prompted a powerful reaction.

Balthazar was already moving, and she trusted him. He was magic, and she knew he would bring that forth. Her concern was the irrational spectators and protecting them from harm. What was prompting their reaction? Their fury? It seemed out of the blue and unnatural.

Fury. Another finger pointing towards Syroa.

Despite her anger, Elisabeth chose a different path, which she decided to call upon. Finding that part of her that refused to give in to the emotion, she brought all her discipline to bear, staying as close to Balthazar as prudent so he could know where she was but not allowing herself to get in his way. If anything could fight anger and fury, it was love, light, hope and peace - deeply entrenched ideals within her being. Elisabeth let everything else go.

Sending up a prayer to Xiur, the young mage called upon the Lord of Hope to be with her and the people in the Dome and summoned forth Calming Overcast A tense situation suddenly undergoes a dusky graying light, and the attitudes of everyone within 50 feet are affected as if the current hostility instead happened the day before, and everyone has had the time to cool off. . Rage has no place here... She had used it in Rynmere, and hopefully, it would be equally effective with the charging spectators. This wasn't their fault, she was sure of it, and she had a duty to protect them. Even if she could get some of them to calm down, that would be better than facing the entire group and, hopefully, keep people out of harm's way- at least until she and Balthazar could figure out what was going on.

The masked people were a different story. Those were the genuine threat. Elisabeth had no weapons on her, but she could get one. She was good in unarmed combat, but knives and spears were coming, and she was better with a sword in her hand. Another prayer – to Qylios this time. May the light shine against darkness! The three rings around Elisabeth's left arm glowed brightly, and she called for a long sword of solid light The Favored is able to create weapons out of solid light. The Favored can only generate one melee weapon at a time. To produce a weapon, the Favored must be in an area of substantial illumination (ie. Outside during the day, in a well-lit room, or at night during a full moon). to appear in her hand.

Regardless of any action, successful or not, Elisabeth slipped into a defensive guard, eyes darting around, ready for whatever happened next, keeping Balthazar in her peripheral.


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Celarion - Brilliant Weapons (Minor) - trying to summon a long sword of light
Nalos - Calming Overcast - trying to calm the rushing crowd down

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Balthazar was moved to action, and cast the Death's Pallor upon the Ground Pounder almost as swiftly as she fell to the ground. That may have saved her life, but it would be impossible to tell for sure until they cleared the field of the masked lunatics now charging Balthazar and Elisabeth. Mostly Elisabeth.

Almost as soon as Balthazar began channeling his magic, yet before he could register the difference in the way the ether flowed, the ether was siphoned from the very air. Rendering his magic moot in the entire area. It turned to blackened mist, and flowed into the Infirmary, to fill Famula's Tear which Faith had activated while on the stands, in an effort to disrupt whatever magic might have been happening at the time. This persisted and continued to affect an area around a fifth of a mile around her, easily the diameter of the entire arena.

Which meant he had to rely on what he had to hand. His fists, his Forging abilities, and his Immortal Patron Vri.

For all his gesticulating, the mummers charging him didn't give him quarter or pause for his movements. They did not flinch, but crowded him, all carrying daggers, all but two of them. The other two masked mummers bore short spears.

Elisabeth, meanwhile, was more conservative when it came to her useage of domain magic, she called upon Calming Overcast, to soothe the fury of the Scapegoat that was cast upon the crowd of angry patrons. All around the arena, a calm fell over them. This effectively dispelled the fury of Scapegoat, giving them the equivalent of a trial of time to cool their tempers. That took care of the crowd that was riled into a frenzy, who were now standing astray, glancing askance as if wondering where they'd gotten to.

The masked mummers however were not placated, and continued to circle around Balthazar and Elisabeth.

The first attack came for Elisabeth, a pair of knife-wielding mummers striking at her after she summoned her longsword.

The next set of attacks came with the short spears encroaching upon Balthazar, and two dagger-wielding lunatics, who took the vanguard of a rank of sorts against him.

They had precious moments to react to these encroachments.

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Things developed quickly in the arena, but Elisabeth kept her focus. The crowd, thankfully, ceased its rampage, leaving the approach of the masked combatants as the main threat. As the sword appeared in her hand, a feeling of relief washed over her, but the most significant comfort the young woman had, despite not being able to focus on it, was the fact that Balthazar was there. In their time together, the pair had weathered many storms. He was her partner in life, battle and beyond.

As the situation changed due to the actions of herself and Balthazar, clarifying what was before her, Elisabeth found herself moving quickly to prepare. Within a trill of the sword appearing, she made her next move. Calling over to him without looking, she stated her intentions. “Balthazar, Celarion bond. Accept or no?” She didn’t risk further words or losing focus, but her memory of the ability when Vega had used it on her in Rharne was that acceptance was a requirement.

Having trained together for as long as they had, the pair was familiar with how each other fought and moved, but Elisabeth and Balthazar needed to work together, and she had something that might help. If he accepted, a prayer would go up to Qylios. Bound in battle. Bound in life! She attempted to call forth the Bond that would allow her and Balthazar to link together, fighting as one. If successful, one ring of light would find its way to his arm, linking them together.

Regardless of his answer or if the ability worked, there was more to do in the precious moments they had. The people – they had to protect the people. The spectators stood, unsure of what was happening. Shouting as she brought her sword up into a mid-guard, keeping Balthazar in her peripheral, Elisabeth didn’t even think, directing her loud words at the people. “Go! Get out of here!” She hoped to snap them out of their confusion and get them moving, lest more of them get hurt.

Her mind moved of its own accord. Fintan! Go find Ilaren. Tell her there’s a mass attack in the Dome. Elisabeth didn’t know where Faith, Vivian, or Ilaren had gone but sending her diri out for help seemed a wisest course of action.

Her eyes had never left the encroaching masked assailants’ approach, looking for weaknesses in their form or tactics. Finally, two broke off, coming at her with daggers and little….what the beneath were the little spirit things? If you asked her, bad news, and staying away from them was high on her list.

She might have tipped her hand where her unarmed skills were concerned, letting those in the arena know that she was a capable fighter, but her blade skills were a different story, and lucky for her, having a sword made it much easier to keep people from getting too close whereas continuing with unarmed might have made that more difficult.

Lowering her stance, Elisabeth made sure she was ready to move, light on her feet as the two came within striking distance. To keep them wary and at a distance, her blade would need to be fast, so she brought it around, aiming for the first masked person’s thighs with a brutal swipe, meant to disable their approach.

Her feet moved swiftly, footwork sure and graceful as she kept the first attacker in sight, but moved to attend to the second. Letting her sword linger in any one area for any length of time was not an option, so she swiftly adjusted. Moving to the side to address the second assailant, Elisabeth brought her sword around and leveled it towards the lead arm holding the weapon, attempting to injure the arm enough to make them drop it or render a counterattack ineffective.

Elisabeth had trained with Balthazar long enough to know that assuming an attack would work was folly, so her eyes were constantly taking in information, assessing the environment. If nothing stopped her, her intent was to twist around to attend to the first attacker again, following up with a swipe towards the hand that held their dagger, working aggressively to take the two out of the equation as quickly as possible.

If given a chance, she would turn and lower, bringing her sword around towards the legs of the attacker. Noting the four masked combatants that moved towards Balthazar and realizing they needed to disable as many of the attackers as possible in the quickest manner they could, she furiously fought. Keeping her wits about her, Elisabeth watched for openings that would allow her to help Balthazar, being mindful to stay to his side so attackers couldn't get around behind them.

For the moment, however, she had her hands full with what was in front of her.


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Celarion - Bond (Moderate)
Celarion - Bound in Battle
Tried to get the spectators moving out of the arena and out of harm's way by shouting directions.
Sent Fintan to tell Illaren of the attack.
First assailant - Blade swipe towards the thighs
Second assailant - Blade swipe towards the weapon arm
Followed up with each if allowed.

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8 Zi'da 721
Magic didn't work, that much was clear as soon as his ether was rendered a black mist that flowed away towards the infirmary. He didn't pay much thought to why because it did not matter. He had recognized Death's Pallor overtaking the Ground Pounder so whatever device these people were using to suppress his domain magic, it seemed not to affect the mark of Vri. The question remained whether or not it would affect the abilities granted to him by Faldrass but Balthazar did not want to immolate anyone yet so he did not try to test it. Magic failed. He would not be able to try it again before the fight reached him so he didn't waste time on it. His hands had gotten him this far and they would take him the rest of the way.

The masked mummers moved around him and Elisabeth with small blades and short spears in hand while Elisabeth's ability seemed to put a calm over the crowd. It might have calmed Balthazar as well if a trial of time to cool off would have changed anything about the fact that armed people were coming after him and Elisabeth right now. She was not far from him, even in the heat of the battle he could make out the general location she was standing based on the sounds. He wanted to help her but with magic broken he couldn't do much until the mummers were dealt with. His impulse was to try and share his skills with her through the mark but he needed consent for it to work and he didn't think they had the time to discuss it. Evidently she had the same thought, shouting an offer over the sounds of the arena.

"Yes. Bonded by Bellinos?" Was all he said in response to her question about consent. It was the most he could offer her in the few trills they had. Regardless of her answer or the success of the bond, the fight was coming for them.They were surrounded by the masked figures when the attacks began. They went for Elisabeth first, breaking their circle to move in with two daggers. They came for him next, moving in force. He broke it down in his head as quickly as he could- planning out the whole assault in his head in a matter of trills.

Four targets coming after him. Two targets going after Elisabeth who had moved in first. She could handle that. Two of the four coming after him came with daggers. Daggers were small. You had to get close but you could swipe or stab. They cut well but when you were holding a blade you gave away where the most dangerous attack would come from. They were not ordinary weapons either but they still had to hit to hurt. He could see spirits on them that he scarcely had time to focus on. Spirits of rage or wrath or something in that wheelhouse. More time would have been needed to know for sure. Don't get cut. Make them cut each other. Two of the four coming after him came with spears of a similar enchantment. They were behind the two with the daggers despite having better range- no! They were behind them because they had better range. Whatever he did to the two with the daggers, the two with the spears would be able to take aimed jabs at him and Elisabeth. He needed to keep their short blade wielding friends in front of their spears.

He needed to stop all four of them at once so that Elisabeth wouldn't be burdened by them and could focus on her two. As the two with the daggers moved in, Balthazar would attempt to close the range to meet them. He'd catch the first one's wrist before he could complete a swipe or thrust of his dagger and he would try to use the mummer's body as a shield from the two with spears. He would find himself locked in a contest of strength if he did not act quickly so rather than catch and hold the wrist, he would try to catch it and quickly twist the wrist downward so he could plunge the blade into it's owner's leg. If it didn't stop the mummer for good, it would at least slow him down and shatter his ability to stay on his leg.

From there Balthazar expected he would have little time left before the second mummer with the blade made a move or one of the ones with the spears. His body would still be effectively shielded from the spears by the body of the first mummer but it would not protect him from the other of the two vanguards. He was fast but he needed to create more time. It would take maybe two trills, three most to get the blade into the first mummer's leg. It would probably take as long for his friend to realize what was happening but if they were in the crowd they'd seen how quickly he could move so he needed to expect better reaction times from them. Then again they'd been watching him fight against unarmed opponents and they had come with weapons. He fought differently in those cases.

He decided that next he'd shove the wounded mummer backwards into the two with spears. Shoving was safer than kicking and it wouldn't affect his balance long enough for the second mummer with the blade to hurt him. If he calculated the time right in his head, as soon as the shoved mummer crashed into the two with the spears, the second one with the dagger would be taking a swipe at Balthazar. Now the question was- where would he swipe? The body or the arms? Probably the body. They were there to do damage and hitting an arm, especially Balthazar's fast moving arms, would not have been as easy. Assuming a thrust towards his midsection with the wreathing infused dagger, Balthazar would move backwards to catch the mummer's wrist again using both of his arms.

The act of stopping a thrusted blade by catching the wielder's wrist was not nearly as easy as Balthazar painted it in his head, but it was something he had done many times. A defensive technique that he had perfected to stand against armed opponents. Each weapon had a different method of handling. Daggers were often small enough that he could catch the wrist before the blade could reach him. His attack would follow the same pattern as the first but rather than pulled the blade down into the mummer's leg, he would attempt to pull it upwards and expose the mummer's armpit for a sharp strike followed by a simple leg sweep. If it worked, it would put the mummer on the ground but it would also cost Balthazar the cover he had when he was using the bodies of the dagger wielding mummers.

Short spears had a significant reach compared to an unarmed fighter, but they also had a significantly longer area that Balthazar could strike to parry them. As unarmed and unafraid as he had been facing the daggers, Balthazar worked through how he would handle the spears. They would not be as simple as those with the daggers had been. He could catch the spear but he could not redirect it as easily. He could attempt to break it at the shaft but other than destroying the weapon it would not solve the problem of the mummers. For the two of them, the plan was a little more simple. He'd move in and when one of them thrusted or swung their spear at him, he'd seize it by the shaft just beneath the blade and pull it into position to block the attack from the other mummer with a short spear.

From the pull that blocked the short spear he would need to strike again but his arms would be occupied so he'd take a play from his opponents and try to kick sand up into the eyes of the mummer he'd just blocked, not the one who in theory, would be battling him for control of his spear at this point. The mummer would have two hands on it but Balthazar would only have the one he had used to catch it beneath the spearhead and pull it. He might have been stronger, but he wouldn't have the same control the mummer would. However the mummer would have lost range by that point. Balthazar didn't need the spear but he estimated another pull would bring the mummer in and when it did, Balthazar would hit him in the masked face as hard as he could.

He was out of time to think. The mummers with the daggers at the vanguard of the four had reached him and Balthazar began to put his plan into action. He didn't know how far his estimate would carry into reality, but he knew his general strategy was to stop their attacks and use their own weapons and bodies to hurt and block each other. He would prioritize defending himself over hitting them but he was sure he would get them to strike each other if nothing else. As the first dagger wielding mummer moved in, Balthazar leapt into action.

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Bellinos (Muscle Memory) - To attempt to share his physical skills with Elisabeth
Unarmed and Unafraid - To fight against armed opponents
Echolocation - To track Elisabeth/enemies without watching them
Disclaimer: As to avoid actually controlling the NPCs, most of the fight described is Balthazar thinking out his attack plan and the last paragraph picks up when the vanguard reaches him.
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  • Once Paradigm Is Removed: He glows faintly, his skin is warm and sometimes hot to the touch, and when he gets angry sparks literally fly off him. He's a the middle of a field of static electricity so every once in a while when you touch him, you get shocked. Fire leans towards Balthazar and droplets of water seem magnetically attracted to him. He has a series of cracks on his right pectoral that glow of soft emerald. His eyes and the cracks reaching down to his cheeks glow a dark blue. The etheric cracks spiderwebbing up his arms glow orange.

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  • Oops, Oops, Ouch: Balthazar Black has twenty scars across his back from a lashing as well as scars on his hands and arms from jagged rocks in Faldrass. There are two scars on the sides of his abdomen from being stabbed and a slash across his back which blends in with the whip scars.
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As swiftly as Elisabeth offered her Celarion Bond to Balthazar, and was accepted, he offered back the Muscle Memory of Bellinos to her. Unfortunately, Elisabeth was far too preoccupied with giving mental orders to her diri, calling upon prayers to Qylios, conjuring powers and then maintaining awareness of her assailants, and then on top of it all shouting at the Rharnean audience to go away.

First, the Rharneans had no intention of quitting a fight. Many of them were warriors of one sort or another, whether sportsman of the brawl, heavy drinkers used to the rough and tumble, or actual ex-military. Rharneans had seen their share of conflict, whether they were soldiers or not. They didn’t to intend to quit this scene in cowardice.

So as more masked people arrived from the stands, the Rharneans that had rushed the circle began to fight them off. However, without much in the way of leadership or direction, other than to ‘Go and get out of here.’ They began falling one by one to the blades of the mummers. They did make a good accounting for themselves, in some cases managing to push the assailants back from Balthazar and Elisabeth’s position, but many were wounded without a tactical command or direction.

Fintan swiftly departed, and went to seek out Ilaren if they could find her. That was the last Elisabeth heard from her diri for the next little while, before the mummers descended upon them.

What was apparent to Elisabeth immediately,was that these dagger-wielders, while their reach was short, their skill left little to be desired. They moved with a coordination and skill that was obvious to the woman. Where she made to attack one, the other would swiftly cut in and slash at her shoulder. He didn’t manage a followup before Elisabeth turned to attack the other, but this left her open to the next one. Splitting her attention between the two managed to keep either one from delivering a deadly blow. It was obvious, howevere, that they were just as content to shred her cut by little cut.

And those blades? They hurt like hell. She could feel the fury infused wrathlings biting at her like little jags upon the edges of the knives, as they found purchase.

She did manage to wound the second mummer she took aim at however, and cut into his weapon arm. However, this one appeared also to be a fair hand at juggling, and let the dagger fall into his other hand while that arm fell uselessly to his side.

Balthazar’s attempt to steer the dagger thrust of the first assailant met with mixed success. While he was able to grapple with his wrist before any damage was done by the dagger, he dropped the knife, and this fell into the mummer’s other hand, which he used to bring up and manage a shallow but painful cut against Balthazar’s grappling forearm.

Just as Balthazar anticipated, the second mummer took the opportunity to close in with him, The unwounded mummer, who had in fact wounded Balthazar, was still easily in Balthazar’s grapple, and the grandmaster martial artist managed to get him turned around and pushed off, just in time to receive the dagger of the second mummer in the side of his abdomen. The mummer screamed horribly as the wrathling infused weapon dug into his flesh.

He went berserk, flailing with his offhand and the dagger that he’d taken off the hand that Balthazar had previously had in a lock. Balthazar had enough on his hands to avoid being flanked by either of the daggermen while the spears now took the van, and the daggers retreated behind their ranks.

The spears held their ground, however, and maintained discipline, biding their time while the two daggermen against Elisabeth were slowly whittling away at her defenses. And the crowd, meanwhile, grew rowdier by the moment, but at the same time more of the audience was cut down by mummers.

But if there was anything sure enough about Rharnean citizens, when they saw red, either the red of wine or the red of blood, their first instinct was not to run away from it.

There was a stadium-wide brawl going on, and the people perpetrating it needed guidance, more than a nanny to shoo them.

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Arc 721, 8 Zida


Rharnians. She should have known they wouldn't back down from a fight. Elisabeth had forgotten that their collective instinct would be to battle, and her frantic effort to protect them needed a bit of a rethink. In a way, Rharnians reminded her of Balthazar, and it was understandable that he felt at home in the city, having adopted at least some of the Yaralon culture.

But there was no time to think about any of that. Elisabeth could scarcely afford a trill's lapse of attention to her current fight, but if she had to guess from the fractured glimpses she managed to get, there seemed an all-out brawl around her.

"Yes!" she called back, although she had no idea how long the offer was extended: tricky things, divine powers. She heard Balthazar's offer of Bellinos, but it took her a trill to respond due to everything coming at her at once. The mage was far more experienced in multi-tasking during battle, while Elisabeth was simply trying to keep her head above water and deal with the situation.

As the Celarion bond took hold, new information came to her about Balthazar, allowing them to work together without much need for words. As close in proximity as they were fighting, staying out of each other's way was necessary, and the bond seemed to help ease the burden on peripheral senses for that.

The situation devolved further, and even as inexperienced in battle scenarios as she was, Elisabeth knew it wasn't good. She had to find a way to quickly bring some order to the situation before more people were hurt, but what could she do?

She had to be Elisabeth. Uniquely Elisabeth.

Balthazar and Praetorum, from whom she learned many skills, would attack situations one way, but she was different. Elisabeth had a unique skill set, and in those areas where her mentors were lacking, she excelled. Would it help the current predicament? They were going to see.

The issue was the two attackers were trying to carve her away to nothing. The blows they landed prompted growls from the young woman, the pain testing the discipline she held so dear. Elisabeth had a longer reach with her sword, giving her the advantage in that area, but she needed to take them both out of the equation.

Ethelynda's words rang in her ears as she remembered that she had to take care of herself despite her intense desire to protect others. Elisabeth couldn't help anyone else if she didn't attend to her own matters, which fueled the subsequent chain of actions.

She launched into her attack, aiming for both of her opponent's lower extremities. A disabled arm could be overcome, but a disabled leg was much more challenging to continue with.

Tactics for a fight between a single attacker and multiple were much different, and the fact that they were able to take slices off her were a testament to that. She needed to widen the gap between the two so they wouldn't have time to strike her while she was focused on the other, so her mind went to work on how to accomplish that.

Running towards the first attacker, hoping that the aggressive nature of her approach was enough to throw them off guard, she anticipated them to throw their dagger hand out in front. The run also created distance between her and the second attacker, who had been using her occupation with the other fighter against her. It was a clever play by the pair, but Elisabeth needed to throw some wrenches in their tactics.

The plan was to catch the dagger at the hilt with her sword, locking it so they couldn't stab her, and then to employ a forceful front kick, pushing their body back uncontrollably while she stalked, lowered her stance, and struck out at their lower legs with a hard blow, meant to disable.

If she succeeded in disabling one attacker, she would turn her attention to the other. Knowing that they would be on the lookout for the same maneuver, she opted for something different, although remaining aggressive. Elisabeth ran at the second attacker, closing the distance quickly, giving her the element of surprise as she swung at the mummer's torso, intending to slice as a distraction, and then turning back as she lowered her stance, aiming for the legs. In both cases with either attacker, Elisabeth brought all her strength to bear for the leg blows, not caring if she sliced or broke bones - either would take someone down, and that's what she needed.

Elisabeth kept her eye on both attackers until she knew how well her plan had worked. If things hadn't gone to plan, she would keep battling away, focusing on the legs.

The people were fighting and needed direction. There was no time for comprehensive guidance, but she gave what she could. "Fight together in groups!" she called out. "Cover each others' backs and make your way to the center of the arena! Collect people as you move!" If people could form groups, they would have some measure of protection from the mummers and collect friendlies along the way.

Lifting her thoughts in prayer, quick as it was, she would call out to Qylios again, the Immortal of Leadership, making her devotion as loud as possible. Hold the line!The Favored is able to bolster the morale of any who stand with them. The call rings out and dispels fear in the defenders, whether mundane or magical. Those affected by the shout gain a small boost in stamina and the use of a shield. The effects of this ability last for ten bits, and can only overcome magical fear effects from other Marks of the same tier or lower. Any fear effects caused by Domain Magic can be overcome as follows: Favored can overcome Magic at a Competent level or lower, Adored can overcome Expert level or lower, and Exalted can overcome Master level or lower. If successful, those fighting with her would benefit from a few things, giving them more tools to work with.

Elisabeth never dropped her focus on the more immediate attackers, guarding and striking as she moved through the situation, waiting and watching to see where the next attack would come from. As she got used to the rhythm of battle, it became slightly easier to widen her focus, allowing her to take in more information which could only help.

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Celarion - Bound in Battle/Celarion - Bond (Moderate) - Active
Confirmed desire to share the Bellinos Bond (if allowed - wasn't sure)
Face attacker #1, run at him, lock dagger/sword, kick and strike legs to disable/break/whatever
Face attacker #2, run at him, close distance quickly, swipe at shoulder to distract and strike at legs to disable/break/whatever
Follow up with each if allowed.
Yelling to the Rharnians fighting to group together and move towards the center of the arena, collecting others along the way.
Celarion "Hold the line"
Keep an eye on things

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Re: Grand Finale: Fury's Gauntlet


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This certainly did not make the Lightning Knights seem as if they were succeeding in their duties to protect the people. It was chaos and it was not getting any better by the trill. They needed to deal with the masked figures attacking them and then find some way to stop what was happening. They needed to get Ilaren's attention somehow. The planned attack had worked in some ways and failed in others. A slash on the inside of his arm was burning already due to his mutation trying quickly to stop the bleeding before it could become a problem. It had hurt more than he expected but he assumed that was due to the spirit in the blade. He had enough adrenaline going that he could fight through the momentary pain- at least he could fight more efficiently than the one who'd cut him and then been impaled.

On the bright side he had learned that they were acrobatic little monsters and when he caught their wrist, they would probably drop the blade into their other hand. He could use that against them. His hands were faster than theirs. Catch a wrist, then catch the blade before them. It didn't seem to matter in the moment because the masked man began to flail in pain. Balthazar pulled back a little to avoid being caught in a wild swing and the spearmen moved in as he thought they would. The problem was that they didn't charge forward and attack, they held their ground at a distance. Short spears didn't give them the same reach that a full spear would have, but it gave them more reach than a fist.

The spears had metal tips and wooden shafts which Balthazar figured would serve as a weak point. He couldn't exactly reach them but their weapons would come to him. Spears weren't daggers. You couldn't switch hands as easily and if they were smart they would have known swinging the weapon at Balthazar would be a mistake. It was safer to try and jab him but would it really make a difference? He knew what to target, he just had to hope he could break it with one strike.

Elisabeth went back on the offensive so Balthazar did the same. If they attacked at the same time they could keep the masked ones occupied but this time Balthazar had a little plan to shake things up. He bounded to the left and right on his feet, trying to make it difficult for the spearmen to tell which side he would strike from before launching his attack on the left. If the one on the left thrust his spear at Balthazar or swung it at him, Balthazar would seize the weapon beneath the spearhead and pull it downwards with the intention of using it to block any attack that might have come from the other spearman.

From that exact position he would try to drive his free hand through the shaft of the spear with the intention of using his strength to break it. If it worked, if it even got that far, he would turn the improvised blade and drive it towards the shoulder of the masked man who's spear would have been broken. If it didn't break, it would be unfortunate and probably hurt Balthazar's hand but he would attempt to throw the man into the other masked spearman.

Elisabeth opted to shout and try to rally the crowd but with all the fighting going on Balthazar figured they would need something a lot louder to get the attention of the audience. Even then, he didn't think it would really matter until they dealt with everyone that they were fighting in the arena first. Rather than try to rally the crowd, Balthazar called out to the fighters who had been in the round before the attack. His opponent and Elisabeth's. Everyone in Rharne could brawl, the crowd around them especially, but those in the arena were there because they were better than brawlers- they were fighters.

"Pillar and Orias!" Balthazar called out to them in the moments between the fighting. "Fall in with me and Elisabeth, we can clear the arena together and work outward from there." Balthazar was hoping they could turn the tide by getting the numbers on their side. While Elisabeth attempted to lead an effort to get the citizens to calm down, Balthazar would try to lead the fighters to victory in their current battle.
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8th of Zi'Da 721





The few Lightning Knights left in the stands were starting to make headway against the mummers in the stands, but protecting the citizenry who were helpless, and trying to wrangle with the ones that just wanted to fight complicated their attempts to defend the populace. Vivian had taken a small handful of the Lightning Knights, but there were still enough to make a dent in the terrorist attack occurring under the Lightning Dome.

Even so, this meant little to those standing in the dust of the arena's circle. The quarters of the arena, divided by four partitions separated by ribbons, were fairly empty save for the western division where Balthazar and Elisabeth fiought off, or tried to fight off, the six who had targeted them.

Thankfully for Elisabeth, many of the cuts she was receiving at the hands of the two daggermen were superficial, thanks to her Forged toughness and own natural toughness. They were puzzled, at times looking askance at each other. "The hussy has thicker hide than a Yaralon Rhino." One quipped between knife jabs at Elisabeth.

"Just cut off a bit at a time, sooner or later, we'll have her in a shape that pleases us." The other laughed, as he darted in to attack.

Elisabeth anticipated that he would lead with his dagger, however this was contrary to his instincts and training as a fighter. When faced with a fighter with longer reach, as Elisabeth had, first one had to control the weapon arm or weapon itself. And to do that, he used his hand to dart in. It was a risky gambit, and had she done ought but blocked an attack with the hilt of her sword, she might've taken his hand for the trouble. But as it was, she used her hilti to block the anticipated knife blow, which he took as an opportunity to wrestle the sword's control fro her hand.

She held on, but just barely.

So as his one hand wrestled with her swordhand, the other jabbed repeatedly into her ribs, trying to find purchase there, but only causing about half a dozen superficial cuts that would get worse in time. She could feel blood trickling from her clothing, already, and it was beginning to get serious.

So as her swordarm was occupied, and she was getting stabbed, she did manage to get her kick off at him. But they were too close for a kick to find much room to do what she intended, which was to push him off. All she could manage was a strong knee to his ribs. Which, while painful, did anything but break him off of her.

This didn't allow her to get her second planned action, which was to take the element of 'surprise' and run after the other. Which was just as well. These two seemed well capable of predicting her movements, and she had very little in the way of guile about the
the way she fought.
Perhaps if she had more time and space to plan an attack, but that moment was passed now. They were on her like a pair of rabid dogs.

"SYROA'S BLOOD!" One of them screamed, driving a wrathling infused knife into her side, which broke off, but did manage to bite deeply into her flank.

Before she could counter him, he flipped backward, rolling and rolling away from her. The other did the same, as she stood, having been wounded by his wrathling infused dagger. It hurt like hell, and despite her fortitude, she would feel it, and have less about her faculties than she might hope. As she tried to raise her voice to rally the people in the stands, she found that the blade shard in her side flared with painful vengeance with each utterance. She could scarcely raise her voice above a whisper withouto agonising pain. But she could move, and fight, at least.

As the spearmen stood againsti Balthazar, changing their position to the vanguard while the daggerman waited to fly in through any flank that presented, their spear tips followed him with precision and skill. However, given his distinct lack of trickery during the tournament, they weren't prepared for it now, and his juke worked to allow him to grab the tip of one of the spears. His position was such that he couldn't be attacked by the other one just yet, without a swift sidestep of their own, so he had a moment to act.

When he tried to break the spear shaft, however, he found it was far too strong. This was no peasant's tool, left to soak in the rain and dry overnight, and then again. This was a fire-hardened hardwood shaft, not easily broken even when if it were braced against a vice. The fact that it was in the hands of a soft fleshling, meant that he had not enough force to begin breaking the spear with a single chop. Thankfully, he didn't hurt his hand, as he could make such attacks with abandon
with his natural toughness.


So instead, Balthazar used his grip on the spear and the man's weapon arms, to push him backward into the other, which worked fine. They were driven back momentarily, giving him a moment to breathe. The daggerman that was left standing didn't bother with him. And the one that had gone berserk had run out of blood already, and fallen to the ground.

At this time, Elisabeth was being peppered with throwing stars by the two daggermen who'd been accosting her. Apparently they had hidden blades up their sleeves for such attacks. The wounds, again were superficial but for the pain they caused. Two of them landed, one on her upper thigh, and the other in her left shoulder. She was barely left standing at this point for the pain.

Then the Pillar and Orias joined the fight, having cleared their heads of being knocked about the previous round.

The daggermen mummers on the arena grounds were not expecting them, perhaps, or were too focused on enacting their dead goddess' vengeance upon Balthazar and Elisabeth. But they were blindsided by the two. These two were then caught up in a close-quarters brawl with the men, who rallied to Balthazar's call, and decided to join the fight.

Meanwhile, in the stands, the mummers were thinning out, as the Lightning Knights along with the willing Rharneans began beating the snot out of those remaining. Until a horrifying shreiking cry reverberated through the ground, and across the arena. It was coming from below. The Sessfiend had been killed!

The Mummers in the stands began falling into disarray, in the midst of their defeat, they began shouting and babbling something about the 'Histrionic is fallen' or some such. But those left in the stands were swiftly mopped up by the lightning knights there. And driven out as more piled in through the outside, having been led there by Fastia.

On the arena grounds, the two spearmen found their feet, along with their daggerman brother. They all three circled around Balthazar and Elisabeth. They were very much on the backfoot, and now that the writing was on the wall, all pretense of survival fled from them. It was death or martyrdom now. "SYROA'S BLOOD! DIEEEE!!!"

They all charged against Elisabeth and Balthazar in Unison, their weapons leading the way. Elisabeth's ability to Hold the Line would keep Balthazar, Orias, and the Pillar standing strong with her, as she invoked it.



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