I'll Make A Man Out of You (2)

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Balthazar Black
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Joined: Fri Jan 18, 2019 1:15 am
Race: Human
Profession: Leader of The Black Cats
Renown: 1830
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I'll Make A Man Out of You (2)

"You are unsuited for the rage of war." - I'll Make A Man Out Of You (1)
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Balthazar could hear the note of triumph singing in Jerald's frequency as he looked down upon the mage yet it was nothing to the overwhelming frequency of the crowd. They had an infinite multitude of notes among them that Balthazar ignored entirely to focus on Jerald's frequency. In the few bits he had while Jerald was adjusting his padding and flaunting for the crowd, Balthazar listened to that note of triumph. He listened closely so he'd remember it, because in a few bits he intended to removed that note from Jerald's frequency entirely. Jerald turned back to Balthazar, having finished demeaning the mage to the crowd and Balthazar's eyes narrowed. Jerald wanted a fight, and Balthazar was going to give him one. Jerald steps in and-

Balthazar swept his staff in a wide arc to force Jerald back- but had no such effect. Instead Jerald countered by sweeping his polearm in a wide arc as well, colliding with Balthazar's in the center and stopping it so that Jerald could move in with a shoulder rush. Yet unarmed was where Balthazar found his skills and when Jerald moved in, Balthazar's sparks shouted in warning. His attunement spark that had attuned to the combatant warned him of the rising note of anger, and his rupture spark warned him that Jerald had moved close enough that the spark could detect all of Jerald's movement. Balthazar dropped into a low sweep and Jerald just barely managed to leap over Balthazar's leg at the mast moment.

That would have been the end of it but as Balthazar came up out of his sweep, he followed through with his momentum and swung his staff at Jerald who by this point was too far away to be hit by the staff, but he was hit by the gust of wind Balthazar propelled with the swipe. It hit Jerald in the back and he stumbled forward slightly, as Balthazar stumbled backwards- a sudden breeze whipping in his face and throwing off his balance for a moment. The note of anger flared in Jerald as he turned to face Balthazar. "Now we're talking, mage boy." Jerald said as he moved in again. This time he began with prodding thrusts. He started at the furthest distance his staff could reach and thrust inwards towards Balthazar who parried each thrust aside with a twirl of his staff until suddenly he lost his grip mid twirl and Jerald knocked the staff from his hands.

"Flying turds!" Balthazar cursed in surprise as his staff fell to the floor. He heard someone shout that in a bar one night and thought it was the most hilarious thing. Then again he'd been fairly drunk then and when he said it now, he wasn't so sure it fit. Then again it wasn't really something he was reflecting on amidst the combat.

Balthazar began to backpedal while Jerald advanced with wide, arcing swings towards the now unarmed mage... but was a defiance mage ever really unarmed? Balthazar liked to think not. Jerald's staff gave him range but Balthazar had the real elements on his side and an unorthodox method of fighting. Balthazar had developed his own form of combat, and he was hoping his opponent's lack of familiarity with it would give him an edge. Balthazar assumed the open-palm stance and Jerald moved in with his staff high in the air.

Jerald swung down with his staff-

Balthazar thrust his palm up towards it-

A blast of wind blew the staff out of Jerald's grip-

The staff flew wildly across the room into the crowd of onlookers who let out a panicked yelp that stole Jerald's attention. Balthazar moved in with a straight jab across Jerald's jaw, reminding him of the combat that they'd begun. Jerald took the jab like a champ and countered with his own that sent Balthazar stumbling. Jerald's fist hit like a squishy brick. It was hard, but could have been harder. In the gap of space that he'd created, Jerald unsheathed his training sword.

Seeing this, Balthazar held out a hand to his staff, calling on the wind to bring it back to him, but just as the breeze kicked and flung the staff to the mage, Jerald arrived with his wooden sword swinging.

Balthazar dodged the first swipe and his staff (which had been shot through the air towards Balthazar) whacked Jerald in the back before a second attack would be made. Jerald's eyes widened and he turned, swinging his sword behind him as if he expected a second Balthazar to be standing there- alas his wooden sword struck only air. Balthazar saw his opportunity as Jerald began to turn around again-

Balthazar leapt backwards, his body suddenly becoming engulfed in blue flames as he disappeared. When Jerald turned around to resume combat, Balthazar was nowhere to be seen until a trill later he appeared- in another burst of flames- behind Jerald.

Balthazar kicked Jerald in the back of the knee and when he turned to swing his sword Balthazar caught the back of Jerald's wrist. Then Jerald whipped his head back to try and strike Balthazar with it- he succeeded, striking Balthazar in the chest. The mage released Jerald's arm and stumbled back with the wind knocked from his lungs as Jerald came back up to his feet and charged.

"Oh, king's piss." Balthazar mumbled as Jerald reached him with more swings. Balthazar caught Jerald's training sword under his arm and held it against his side while he brought his knee up between them to kick Jerald away. Yet Jerald was fast, he let go of his sword with his left hand and caught Balthazar's leg, then with his right foot, Jerald went to sweep Balthazar's other foot from beneath him.

And he did.

Balthazar crashed onto the mat, taking Jerald's training sword with him though the combatant did not seem to care, instead he pulled the training daggers from his belt and assumed another ready stance while Balthazar rose to his feet. Balthazar could feel his body beginning to ache as the hits Jerald had landed seemed to begin settling in... but he wasn't out yet. Jerald waited only till Balthazar was standing to charge again. This time, rather than use defiance, Balthazar dove for his staff. He attempted to dive into a roll but couldn't quite manage it and so instead he found himself scrambling back to his feet with his staff in hand while Jerald redirected his dagger-bearing advance-

This was where the battle turned.

When Jerald moved in, Balthazar struck his legs out from under him using the far superior reach of his staff. Jerald crashed into the mat and Balthazar back away, keen to keep the distance. Jerald rose and the note of anger rose with him, this time he threw one of the daggers at Balthazar who called on his spark and with a twirl of his staff conjured a gust of wind to throw the dagger off course. Yet Jerald had committed to his advance before he could correct his course and Balthazar whacked him with the stick again- only this time he didn't hit Jerald's legs, he whacked Jerald right on the top of his head with the staff.

Jerald stumbled back in a daze and Balthazar pushed in. He struck Jerald's chest with a thrust from the butt of his staff, then turned in and smacked down on Jerald's clavicle with the top end. Jerald yelped in pain and raised the dagger in a somewhat defensive stance before Balthazar knocked it from his hand with a targeted swing from the staff. Balthazar had figured out that if you swung at the weapon rather than the man holding it, you had better odds of damaging or disarming the man holding it. This notion was proven by Jerald's dagger flying from his hand. Then Balthazar smacked him across the head again, admittedly losing his self control in his dislike of the man.

Jerald kept stumbling backwards, trying to raise his defenses and failing because he was too dazed by the strikes to his head until suddenly Balthazar tossed his staff up in the air towards Jerald-

Jerald caught the staff with both hands high above his head-

And Balthazar punched him right in the face.

Jerald's eyes seemed to roll, his feet turned wobbly, he dropped the staff, and then Jerald fell to the ground, unconscious. Balthazar held his staff at the ready, unsure of whether this was a deception or not. Trills passed, Jerald remained on the floor, and then the crowd that had gathered began to applaud. Balthazar eased and tossed the training staff onto the ground. "If you're the best the Element's have to offer, they need me." Balthazar looked at the crowd which had already begun to dissipate and then he left. He could tell he would be sore in the morning but he tried to hide it as best he could while the few remaining onlookers watched him saunter off.
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Visible Mutations/ Marks

Defiance: Skin always glows faintly and he is warm to the touch. His is also the center of a field of static electricity so people get shocked touching him on occasion.
Rupturing: Orange etheric cracks spider-web up his arms to his elbows. His eyes and the glowing cracks going down his cheeks glow dark blue.
Transmutation: He has a series of emerald, glowing cracks on his right pectoral.
Bellinos: His fingernails are always black. The color fades into his fingers.
Celarion: A dim glowing ring surrounds his left forearm.
Palenon: A silver lightning shaped mark about the size of a hand stretching up towards his torso.


  • 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 on 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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Yrmellyn Cole
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Re: I'll Make A Man Out of You (2)

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As I reviewed the previous thread I know that Balthazar had already endured a lot of combat setbacks when this thread began. Balthazar fights on. I liked that Jerald was such a hard opponent and in the end, Baltazar wins by using his mastery in Defiance and Unarmed.

I found your use of defiance as "an attunement and wind battle mage" very creative and original. The way you use magic to support the physical combat without replacing it really appeals to me.

Good job!!


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Points: 10 (Can be used for magic: Attunement, Defiance, Rupture)

Polearm (Quarterstaff) x 4
Attunement: Compass - Tracks attuned targets in combat
Attunement: Note - Triumph

Renown: 10

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