Fantasy Ris'Saliance Aior

[Anaxileah]

Artelioth's lips pulled back in a grimace as the large orc approached him, butchering the pronunciation of his name. The orc pressed his blade against Eliot's throat, but the male elf did not move, glaring at the orc in his frozen stance. A thin trail of blood traveled down his pale neck, but Eliot refused to break eye contact with the enormous teacher. If you think I'm going to die first, you have another thing coming. Eliot thought to himself as he stared at the orc defiantly, but kept his pale lips pressed together, his silver gaze lingering on the orc even after he moved on to the next student.


As soon as the orc yelled, leaving from the center of the arena to approach the entrance, Eliot crouched, his gaze moving from one student to the other. Tinthan, one of the sun elves, approached him at an impressive speed, but it was only that of a child, and so it was easy for Eliot to dodge. The older elf used his position to his advantage and leapt into the air, flipping over the young elf as he went above him. A blade grazed his arm, cutting through his black coat and slicing his pale skin, allowing a tad bit more blood to be drawn, staining his outfit. He landed on the ground behind Tinthan, unfazed, and drew a bow, which had been reduced in size to keep it hidden and compact. The bow grew in Eliot's hand and a glowing arrow immediately appeared, the color of the moon.


The arrow was released in Axiel's general direction, aiming for his arm, another one soon appearing between Eliot's fingertips. Eliot was now standing straight, his coat tight on his figure as he pulled the other arrow back and released it towards Tinthan, who would still be recovering from his failed lunge, hopefully. His black hair flowed behind him elegantly, as if the man hadn't moved to begin with. He glared at the two males, daring them to do something else.

Tag:

@Ashaficent @Onyx Energy @Kiosis Character's Mood: Irritated User's Mood: Bored Location: Arena
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[Anaxileah]

Ayta smiled at the other students, wanting them to feel welcome among each other, and was about to speak when she felt a voice in her head. "Attack them... Start a fight... It will be fun~" The feminine voice echoed in Ayta's mind, which was unwelcome side there were two voices already within the human body. The light female faltered a moment, which allowed Kali's half to surface with a cry of anger. "No one else may invade this body's thoughts!" Kali cried out from inside of Ayta as she took control, turning the female's bright blonde hair into a dark ebony, her tan skin gone pale. As the physical appearance changed, the clothes on the female, now Kali, were dark and much more revealing than before.


Kali snarled in the direction she heard the voice from, not bothering to look up, and lifted her hand, a purple glow emanating from her pale skin. Black, smoky, tendrils rose from the shadows of the trees, aiming to wrap around the students surrounding her, since she didn't know who had messed with their mind. Her expression was full of anger and hatred, and her tendrils covered in little spines that would prick the skin they touch, feeding the shadows. The tendrils would wrap around the legs of those around her first, then move up from there.

/ Tag: @People in the forest, can't tag right now Ayta's Mood: Confused Kali's Mood: Angry / User's Mood: / Location: Forest /

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[Kiosis]

Tinthan's eyes followed Artelioth's movements, wide in shock at the speed the man possessed. It was not often that the knights at home managed to avoid his frontal attacks, this battle was appaarently going to be more similar to the assassin's he had fought. While this might not be completely considered direct training, it certainly did teach him to deal with more agile enemies as well as multiple enemies. A movement in the corner of his vision drew his attention to the knife flying toward him and to the source of the blade. Tinthan couldn't help himself but grin seeing the excitement in Axiel's face at battle. "This is exactly what I've been wanting..." He thought to himself.


Tinthan swung his sword against the right side of his body, increasing the power of the swing by pushing the dull side with his free hand. The sound of metal hitting metal was all Tinthan needed to hear as the flames of the blade sliced through the knife leaving it to fall useless to the floor. Tinthan's eyes instead watched the arrow fly toward Axiel and knew he got lucky that Artelioth hadn't targeted him first. Tinthan rolled his body into the swing, the movement twisting his body enough to allow him to face Artelioth.


The flame in Tinthan's sword died as light instead began to form in his enclosed left fist as a dagger of flame formed. The blade was slightly larger than the one he had formed earlier, and a wince of pain flew through his arm as the heat singed his hand. He threw the blade at the oncoming arrow and prayed. The two collided and the flame dagger seemed as if it was completely cut through and destroyed; however, the arrow dug into the pillar slightly above Tinthan's head. His back crashed against the pillar knocking the wind out of his chest. Tinthan stood gasping regaining his breathe and returned his sword to his front ready to knock away incoming attacks.


"I guess... my magic alone isn't... strong enough to beat your arrows..."


@Onyx Energy @Ashaficent @Anaxileah