Vhalar 5th, 718
☠ Mood: Amazed - Satisfied
☠ Current Thought: Let that be an example
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With a green light given, the young man wasted no time, rushing Cervantez with his glaive. He came with a flurry of swings and slashes, forcing the large male to go on the defensive.
"Fuck, I don't have anytime for this"
he hissed, doing his best to keep up with the nimble little bastard. He decided to put his new style to the test, locking his blade with the glaive, watching the sparks fly from the blades. Both warriors drew back, putting some distance between themselves. The Lotharro watched as the man tried working the crowd
This kid was good, but he was sloppy, this was more of a show, and the Yari in Cervantez was starting to feel very insulted by his grandstanding. It was fine though, Cervantez was using the time he took grandstanding to switch into his fast style. he was confident enough that he took the first step back into the battle, coming in with his blade low, angled to come up and slash him up and across the young man's back. Seeing the attack coming, the warrior raised his glaive high, bringing it down to block the sword. Sparks flashed as both weapons clashed several times, in a dance of combat and one's life being on the line. To those watching, it was quite the match, and many expected the Lotharro to be killed, noting his inexperience compared to the younger contender.
To make matter worse the man had his size as an advantage to the towering Lotharro, able to get in cuts and strikes with his weapon that Cervantez couldn't deflect all the time. He was doing his best at his current level of skill to keep up, and it was working, but he was definitely starting to take too many licks for his own liking. The young man was definitely pulling out all his trick, or at least that's what the lotharro believed. To add to his dismay, the man began to pull the flames that lit the cauldrons within the temple, the flames beginning to flicker and dance around Cervantez.
"Fuck" he thought to himself, realizing he was dealing with a mage, more so one like Alora, one that was able to bend the elements to their will. On top of that, he was using fire, which meant this fight needed to end.....NOW!.
The young man was flinging balls of fire at him, on top of coming at Cervantez with swings and slashes with his glaive, causing the necro to bob and weave, tuck and roll, and be on the run. He needed an opening, he needed a weak point in this man's fighting style to exploit.
"Think dammit, think!" he yelled in his own head, looking the man over, growling as the flames kissed his skin and they flew by. One such flame managed to latch on to his clothing, his shirt being the first to ignite. Panicking Cervantez ripped the burning shirt from his body, but in doing so, his pants where next to go ablaze.
"Fuck you!"
he roared, ripping his pants off as well. Standing there, naked and pissed, he glared at the young man who was eyeballing him with a smirk. Did this punk think he was embarrassing Cervantez? If he only knew just how wrong he was, instead only serving to piss the Lotharro off even further.
Cervantez would continue to fight in all his nude glory, slashes and cuts adorning his body, but his resolve not to falter outweighing the stings of the lacerations. The more the necromancer thought about how disrespectful this mage was the more he could feel his spark well up inside of him. The urge to use a spell came into mind, and soon, Cervantez was making a devilish smirk of his own. Now it was all about timing. The young warrior made his move, coming in close to try and impale Cervantez with his Glaive, only for the necro to counter. If nothing but sheer luck, Cervantez used the forked tongue of his weapon to hook the glaive and pin it to the ground, stabbing the blade of his greatsword into the stone. His smirk widened as he could see the panic in the young man's eyes, realizing that at a distance he would have won this fight, but once in Cervantez's close range, the man was at a slight disadvantage.
The young mage called for the flames of the cauldrons to aid him, and soon a wall of flames stood between Cervantez and the young mage. He thought this would help keep the Lotharro at a distance, and it might have worked, if Cervantez didn't have a trick of his own up his sleeve. Blue-green ether, hints, and swirls of black laced within it, began to pour from the necromancer's position. It soon wafted over the wall of flame and onto the mage himself. You could tell he had never faced a necromancer, as he was rather dismayed at the feeling he was experiencing. Like creeping vine, he would soon find himself feeling overwhelmingly tired as if he had been working the entire trial with no break or sleep. His strength would fail him, causing his focus to leave him and the wall of flame dissipating. Cervantez had wrenched his blade from the ground as the flames faded away, and by the time he made his way over to the young mage, he would find his adversary no longer vibrant with the will to fight.
"You should have picked your battles wisely boy."
he warned as the energy eating fog vanished, raising the massive blade up above his head, only to bring it down in a heavy grunted swing, relieving the young man of his left arm. The shrills of pain and agony filled the temple as the young man flailed around from the loss of his arm. Cervantez was not done with him, however, gripping the young man's head with his ether covered bone hand, and lifting him into the air. Eyes of panic and disbelief peered back at Cervantez, who only returned with a gaze of annoyance and anger. The flames that covered his bone fingers turned pitch black as ether was beginning to pool in them. Cervantez could feel the spark, a feeling of glee and excitement, as the young mage was screaming, squirming, and doing his best to break free of the necromancer's grasp. Cervantez could only describe the feeling he was experiencing as "Withering into nothing", a phrase that whispered in his head as he watched what unfolded before his own eyes.
The skin on the face of the mage melted, rapidly giving way to the bare bone of his skull as the ether ate away at his face, breaking down the tissue in a beautiful yet grotesque fashion. It was, in Cervantez's eyes, like watching invisible insects devour someone face. The flesh he was holding onto,was quickly disintegrating within his grasp, and by the first few trills, the defiant fighting of the young mage to break free ceased. After several bits, Cervantez let go of the dead mage and observed his hand as the rotting ether reverted back to its normal hue. The necromancer could only think that it was something the spark wanted him to know, a new technique perhaps, as he rationalized it to be an adult form of Sap and a rather dangerous and effective tool. Looking to the crowd he began to here the Yari victory call. Hoo-AH began to ring throughout the training hall, as Cervantez was named the clear winner. He hoped this would act as a small way to help clear his name. Seeing no point to remain here, he hoisted his sword over his shoulder and made his way out of the temple, naked and satisfied knowing this duel served as a stepping stone in removing the stain that was on his name. Even more so, it meant someone set him up, and he would find out why in due time.
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"Speech"
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