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RULES:

• We both start off with 100HP, unless you have a Lore with special attributes.

• Each successful attack will remove 10HP, unless you have a Lore with special attributes.

• We will use the Random Number Generator 1-20 to determine hits.

1-10 = Miss
11-20 = Hit

• With the Random Number Generator from 1-20, our first posts will determine who attacks first. Whoever gets the highest number gets the opportunity to attack first. Along with your first post, state your HP, AP, Class, and any special attributes your Lore may have.

• If you have specified special attacks for your Lore/character in your RP journal, link to it so that I can read it.

• Please be clear and concise with your attack descriptions.

Anarel Silveredge

VS

Genevieve

((Alright, I'll generate a random number first. Then you generate your number. Whoever has the highest number attacks first.))

HP: 110
AP: 10
Class: Archer

Anarel stood beside a tall pillar. His silver weapons -- a quiver of arrows and a dagger -- collected light from the noonday sun. The phantom longbow rested on his back, invisible due to its nature. He breathed slowly, scanning the Coliseum grounds for any sign of his next opponent.

((Roll for attack))

((You forgot to roll. xd Ill roll for you so I can post))

((Oh, you should have waited for me or something. neutral Meh, what's done is done.))

Anarel's eyes widened as Genevieve summoned an even stronger water attack -- a high pressured geyser.

He raised up his forearms in front of him and crossed them, making a position that substituted for crude protection under such a quick counterattack.

The geyser bombarded him with its violent waters, sending him skidding a few yards back on the tips of his boots. The pressure was so intense he felt his bones would shatter underneath the battering ram that was her water geyser.

As the geyser died down, Anarel wavered to the ground onto one knee, breathing heavy. The water had consumed his entire upper body, almost drowning him. His hair was soaking wet, as well as the chains that adorned his neck. Water dripped from his nose and eyelashes.

"I care not from what lands you hail from...," he said between calmed, but harried breaths. He stood erect now, grabbing Magni and resetting another arrow, "...in my eyes, you're merely one of the many four-legged creatures I hunt as sporting game throughout Asgard."

He nimbly released the fletching of the arrow with fingers, but at that same moment, he had blinked water from his eye that still lingered from Genevieve's previous attack, which greatly jeopardized his aim.

100/110 HP

(( Nah, its cool. Doesn't matter. I just like battle RPing. biggrin ))

He felt the ground vibrate under him, causing him to leap to the side, but only a second too late. The spire and erupted from the ground, forcefully grazing the underside of his belly and chest. It was from pure reflex that Anarel was able to lift his chin to barely dodge the spire's pointed tip. But the spire did manage to knock him off of his feet and into the air.

Anarel landed on his feet, staggering slightly to regain his balance on the Coliseum floor. His skin burned angrily where the spire had ground into him. He narrowed his eyes.

"Enough of these parlour tricks...," he said through his teeth.

He slung back another silver arrow in the phantom longbow, tugging hard. Genevieve was dead center in his gaze.

"Glory of the Yggdrasil!...", Anarel shouted.

The ground underneath him cracked in mere seconds, flinging dust into the air.

"...drag this creature to the depths of Nifleheim!"

The arrow sped forth at an intense speed. The ground began to divide and split open in the wake of the speeding arrow. Grotesque tree roots sprung from deep within the divide, trailing after the speeding arrow and growing in numbers as it traveled farther to its target, Genevieve. The barrage of sharp tree roots thickened and revolved around the mana-infused arrow, causing the ground to shake violently as it was ripped in half to make way.

90/110 HP

((The powers that be say that they're still working on the LS attacks.))

The intense cloud of fire bursted forth the Genevieve's lips, illuminating the Coliseum with oranges, yellows and reds. Anarel did not have time to dodge the flame attack, as it was already inches away from devouring him before he had a chance to react to it.

The flame revolved around him, singing his clothes, skin, and hair. He felt the monstrous heat that licked him, and if he withstood the fire any longer, it would surely melt his skin and bones.

A small surge of annoyance shot through him like electricity, despite the intense pain that his body was now feeling. Anarel closed his eyes, imagining it would suppress his emotions, but it did not help. He exhaled through his teeth. As the temperature rose, the more his temper grew short.

Ifreet.

Anarel quickly retrieved an arrow from his quiver, channeling mana into it as soon as his fingers had touched it. He drew the arrow within the flame, jutting his arm out toward the source of the flame, as if trying to stab at it. The arrow sliced through the fire with its mana charge shaft and tip. The mana within the the arrow took hold of the flame, like a magnet. The flame slowed, and suddenly took a change of course, drawing itself back from Anarel onto the tip of the arrow. It was as if the arrow itself had produced a small vacuum at its tip.

The flame began to elongate and stretch, twisting and gnarling angrily as it fought against Anarel's manipulation. The flame gave way, taking on new life, separating into thick tendrils of liquid fire that began to revolve around the shaft of the arrow like ragged ribbons, growing with intensity is it cocooned itself around the arrow.

Without waisting time, Anarel swiftly reset the flame arrow into his bow, and released, sending Genevieve's attack, and then some, for a return trip back to its owner.

80/100 HP

Anarel felt the ground vibrate underneath him. He knew this attack all too well, and was more than prepared to dodge it.

He quickly dove forward to the ground, rolling toward where Quezal stood. The spire had missed him by about an inch.

He used the velocity from his roll to get back on his feet and took a quick jog toward where the Pegasus stood.

He raised a hand and made a tight fist, and swung it for a quick right hook into Genevieve's jaw.

80/100 HP