Re: Cornfield [Addums]
Toofy rattled the dirt from his body. He got distance on that last one, he’d have to kick his speed up a notch; it was surprising this winged guy had managed to hit him so much already. No matter, this game had only just begun, and he hadn’t even gotten warmed up yet. Clicking his neck to the side, he started back toward his opponent, following the trail of downed cornstalks to the source.
Abruptly, the silence of the field was interrupted by a crackling roar and a blazing flash of light. If Toofy had eyeballs, he would have squinted and recoiled from the flash; instead he simply gazed at it as he walked forward. The magical blast engulfed the field, setting it ablaze. Unaffected, Toofy proceeded to walk toward the spreading flames. His marotte spun in hand several times before snapping into a sword. Fighting with two blades: It would be just like juggling.
The fire roared in front of him, then suddenly right through him. It was spreading fast somewhere behind him now, but it didn’t matter, there was no force behind the flames, just heat. The jester’s cockscomb lit up in a flare of flames, but burned without rotting on his bald scalp. Force was what deterred him; fire was nothing but something to instill fear in his enemy’s heart as he walked through it unscathed.
Toofy set his full attention on Kandred’s distant form as soon as he came into view. He met this guy earlier in a mountainous region of some kind; however, for one reason or another, their fight went unfinished. Now they would continue their duel here, and after it was over, only one would be left standing.
Toofy swapped Kandred’s blade into his opposite hand, holding both swords in one boney fist. Silently, the jester removed a card from his sleeve. Snapping his wrist, he released the king into the sky.
At this moment, Kandred noticed the bones walking toward him. It was a little unexpected seeing something walk through fire, but he wasn’t all too surprised having witnessed many of the strange things this skeleton could do.
“Ready to dance, demon boy?” Toofy taunted. The un-living’s hand moved around in place, as if performing some sort of magical hand signal. Kandred instantly recognized the motion; he was grabbing another card.
Toofy’s hand flicked outward quickly, card vanishing into nothing. Just as fast, he slid out a second card and threw it toward his enemy. The Izzorius just barely caught sight of the number two before he managed to slide out of the way. Toofy was already upon him, both blades flashing in the light of the blazing corn stalks.
Kandred flapped his wings forward, flying backward and away from the flailing swords. The skeleton’s movements were erratic, nearly impossible to predict. He was advancing so fast it was hard for him to get an attack of his own in. As if that wasn’t enough, several sounds were throwing him off guard: The first was the ringing of bells behind him, the next was the crackling of the fire around them, and the last was a slight whizzing sound that slowly grew louder. That last sound was the one that grabbed his attention; it reminded him of a volley of arrows seeking their mark. That convinced Kandred to act quickly.
“Ôdu!” Kandred shouted, thrusting a hand toward the jester’s relentless onslaught. The skeleton jerked backwards, tumbling head over heels through the flaming stalks of corn. Before the attack even struck his target, Kandred already turned himself around to the swarm of missiles that were directed toward him. He lifted his hand and managed an “Ôd-“ before the projectiles covered his chest, legs, and arms and wings which tried to protect his face. The Izzorius shuddered, teeth clenched in pain. The griffin feathers dug deep, but thankfully didn’t harm his frail bones. He turned back to the fire he blasted the skeleton through, and eyed the bone sack before him. Something like this shouldn’t be alive.
Underneath their feet, the corn was slowly regenerating, fighting the flames that threatened their lives. They didn’t like being burnt to a crisp, but they would wait to attack once the battle was over. From a distance, a strange scarecrow-like man watched the frenzy that ensued, more particularly studying the skeleton. Yes, he was the one.