11-23-2008, 03:59 PM
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Re: Immortal [Open]
Mathias let out a snarl as the swordsman fell too far back to engage. Though he wanted to pursue, the path would take him nearer to the wizard who, at the moment, Mathias had no intentions of dancing with. Instead, he watched the swordsman back his way into a corner. 'Protecting his back in exchange for an escape route, he thought. It may have been a good plan, had Mathias not been able to see through the shadows.
But he knew that, were he to charge the man, there would be too much reaction time. The swordsman could probably outmaneuver Mathias easily; though he was exceptionally agile in his light armor, armed with a heavy mace and shield, the man had none of these burdens. It was safe to assume that the foe, by default, was faster. So Mathias counted on a different skill.
He knew that he, too, was covered in shadows. The man should not be able to see him. So he saw tno reason, excluding intervention by the sorcerer, that this plan should fail. He quietly slipped his mace into his left hand and pulled free a small glass vial from the pouch on the backside of his shield. Then, with impressive percision, he hurled it at the man's feet. Upon shattering, the orange liquid would make contact with oxygen, and the dangerous chemical would promptly explode. Though the shockwave of the potion would be miniscule, the intense, sticky flames could kill or severely wound in the blink of an eye. The man's reaction or condition would decide Mathais' next move.
Acthaiyne, however, was having a more difficult time. The enemy sorcerer was using a type of magic with which the young vampire was not familiar. A blink and a slight sigh would be his only reaction to being struck blind. It was clear that he was more annoyed than worried. It was not a sign of a lack of appreciation for the danger he was in, nor that he was overconfident; it was simply a testament to his strange brand of silly madness.
Though his eyes presented him only with a wabbling black picture, his other senses were heightened enough to understand the situations around him. He could hear the clinking of Mathias to his left and the sound of the potion zipping through the air. He could smell the two foes to his right, the wizard closer than the swordsman. It was enough to survive, but unfortunately, not enough to fight. Until he had the time and concentration to cook up a dispell enchantment, which would take a bit of both considering it is of an unfamiliar school of magic, he was stuck that way.
And so Acthaiyne reverted to the default. "Mathias!" He shouted out. The warrior, of course, knew what Acthaiyne meant. They had fought together before. Acthaiyne shoved his hands forward, and one giant barrier from floor to ceiling, wall to wall, tore through the room. Mathias knew to get against the nearest wall on his left, the opposite side of the room from the enemies. The barrier has a door-shaped hole that would pass over Mathias. But the other two were too far and too confined to reach it, and would have to take the barrier's force, or negate it somehow. If taken, the barrier would slam them agaisnt the stone wall behind them, and press against them with an incredible weight-- more than a human could lift off himself. A second barrier quickly followed to intensify these factors, before Mathias lunged back into the battle. Hopefully, it would be as simple as smashing the heads of two pinned foes.
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