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Cirion

Cirion retracted his hand, the incoming blade missing him by centimeters. Not that it would have made much of a difference - he was wearing gauntlets, after all. As for the rest of his armor, he had steel greaves, steel knee guards, steel shoulder plates, and steel toed hardened leather boots. Perhaps Cirion had been a bit presumptuous in assuming that everyone part of the current thread had already read and remembered his first appearance on Champions Guild.

Anyways, Black was too close for comfort. Once again Cirion lashed out with a spell, another gust of wind that could knock Black off his feet. If it was successful, Cirion would then cast another lightning spell at the man while he was on the ground.

Then he would pause to catch his breath, while still keeping his guard up. All of this casting was starting to take its toll. Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

28-Feb-2016 16:07:08 - Last edited on 28-Feb-2016 16:08:16 by NotFishing

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-=John Black=-

Already being off center from the wands line of fire, Black did not find it too taxing to twist himself out of the path of a second gust of wind.

Already in close, The Mercenary dropped down and surged forward, aiming to wrap his arms around the Elf's waist and tackle the creature to the ground under his armored bulk

28-Feb-2016 18:15:58 - Last edited on 28-Feb-2016 18:42:44 by Er Ril

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Cirion

How the hell did he keep dodging!?

That was something Cirion would have to ask himself later, because now Black was charging directly at him!

He instinctively waved his wand once more, generating a slightly transparent wall of energy in front of him. Which the Mercenary was now charging headfirst into... Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

28-Feb-2016 18:22:45 - Last edited on 28-Feb-2016 18:25:32 by NotFishing

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-=Black=-

John Black, having been so close to the Elf when he charged, promptly drove himself head first into the translucent, shimmering barrier...
Which exploded into dozens of semi transparent fragments under the Mercenaries crashing bulk.

Slightly dazed, Black shook his head to clear his vision, focused once more on the Elf, grinned in a hearty fashion and proceeded to tug a second Flintlock pistol from its holster, which he duly discharged at Crion's booted foot with a resounding ' Crack! ' and vivid powder flash.

28-Feb-2016 18:36:13

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Cirion

Cirion grunted as the barrier shattered, his breathing heavy. That hit took quite a bit out of him...

But upon seeing Black go for another pistol, Cirion immediately went back into an alert state. He lashed out with his sword, striking barrel with blade and knocking the gun aside just before it discharged. The bullet struck the ground mere inches from Cirion's foot, sending up a cloud of dust which Cirion then propelled directly at Black's face via magic.

He then followed up with a kick directed between Black's legs, followed by a sword thrust directly at the Mercenary's throat. Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

28-Feb-2016 18:56:59 - Last edited on 28-Feb-2016 18:59:54 by NotFishing

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-=Black=-

"Ach!"
Black cursed as his shot was knocked wide an instant before another cloud of dust came gusting straight towards his face!

Raising the hand still gripping his pistol, Black shielded his eyes as something collided hard with his heavy, dark iron codpiece in a resounding, metallic Clang!

Grinning, Black snapped down his pistol arm and bought his blade flashing up to dash aside the Elfs thrust with a pealing ring of steel on steel.
In the same instance, The Mercenary clamped his thighs together hard in an attempt to trap his opponents offending foot, which had so recently made contact with his codpiece.

"The Black Russian."
John declared, nodding downwards at the vital piece of Armour,
"Ye should see the optional attachment..."

Flipping his Pistol over, Black swung the weapon hard at his opponents temple, aiming to land a dizzying close range strike with the heavy weapons brass butt...

28-Feb-2016 19:07:24

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Cirion

Well, this was a predicament.

With one leg wedged in place, Cirion found himself standing on one foot as his enemy continued to strike at him. Fortunately, he had good balance.

He brought his sword up and blocked Black's pistol strike by swinging his sword at Black's gauntlet, hitting the metal with a clang and doing no real damage, but stopping the attack nonetheless.

Then, he turned the situation to his advantage.

With Black clamping his thighs around Cirion's foot, any feat of agility would be quite difficult without loosening his grip or letting go completely. So, Cirion waved his wand once more and sent a point blank fireball directly at Black's chest. Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

28-Feb-2016 19:36:10 - Last edited on 28-Feb-2016 19:40:58 by NotFishing

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-=Black=-

The fireball impacted hard on Blacks chest, erupting into a blazing inferno at the sparks flew in all directions.

Armour glowing a vivid, cherry red, flames coiling to ignite his hair and beard, Black focused his single eye upon Crion's two as the fire and smoke framed his face, the flesh of which was alreacy beginning to peel and blister...
And Grinned .

Reaching forward, already so close with The Elf's leg trapped between his own, the Mercenary sought to throw his arms around Cirion and pull The Elf tight into his flaming embrace...

28-Feb-2016 19:43:29

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Cirion

Cirion hopped backwards as Black closed in, creating a bit more space between him and the Captain and allowing him to cast his next spell. He had tried electricity, wind, and fire. Now it was time for something new...

Ice.

He sent a blast of snowy mist directly at Black's glowing hot chest. The cold air met the hot metal with a hiss , creating a torrent of steam and smoke that would float up into Black's face, hopefully blinding him.

Then, firmly fed up with Black's nonsense, Cirion threw a left-handed punch at Black's face, aiming for the man's one good eye, and at the same time he also pulled his foot free from Black's legs. Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

28-Feb-2016 20:02:01

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-=Black=-

Cirion, that pesky Elf, had now hopped backwards and hurled a freezing blast of icy mist straight at John Black's glowing, cherry red breastplate.

Releasing The Elf's leg, Black stepped forward into the blast, blinking and spitting to clear his vision and mouth of the icy vapor, The Mercenary stepped from the hissing cloud of steam, grinning, hoarfrost now encrusting his beard, hair and singed breastplate.

The punch caught Black flush on the side of the face, snapping his head around to the left, before slowly turning back to look at the Elf.

Dark, tar like blood oozed between Blacks teeth and trickled down his chin as The Mercenary grinned, before shooting out a hand, gripping the Elf by the collar and aiming to drive his forehead savagely forward into Crision's nose with cartilage shattering force..!

28-Feb-2016 20:30:56 - Last edited on 28-Feb-2016 20:33:56 by Er Ril

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