Re: To Accuse a False Thief (Darius Andreas)
Poor Naroh didn't have quite enough strength to push the Centaur away. It was pushing Naroh back, further and further. To get out of this one-sided clash, he fell to his knees, while bending way backwards, causing the Centaur to be sent forward, and over him, as there was nothing to push against anymore.
Naroh stood up and looked over at the Centaur, which was regaining it's balance. "Hey, look, man. I don't know what'cha mean. I didn't take that staff."
"You... LIE!" the beast retorted, turning around, and looking fiercely at the man.
"No, dude... I'm not lying. I saw it there when I-" He stopped talking for a moment take a step to the side, and let the charging Centaur pass him. "-got here. I would never even touch the things... they're... so cold. Not my-" Again he dodged another charge. "-style, man." He could tell the Centaur wasn't listening to him, so he figured a little show might be needed. As the beast charged again he stood right in front of it, his sword sheathed on his back. As the beast drew near he narrowly dodged and grabbed it's black cape. The force of the momentum flung him onto the Centaur’s back. He knew he only had a second to act, and so he quickly engulfed his hands in bright flame, and slapped them against the creature’s back. He was promptly thrown into the air as the creature kicked, sending him several feet away.
He made contact with the ground sooner than he'd expected, but got up almost as soon as he hit. He watched the Centaur "dance" in pain from the burns in it's fur, shaped like human hands. He laughed a little to himself, and, keeping his hands in flame, walked to the creature. "Man, you need to hold on for a moment. I didn't take your staff. I couldn't, can't, wouldn't, and won't. The things is way too cold for me."
This got the Ceto thinking. If he couldn't even touch the staff, then he must be very weak to cold. Not thinking about the accusation anymore Ceto ran to his staff full speed. He picked up his staff, and reached for the medallion, but was cut off when a blast of fire shot into the tree, starting to burn it. Ceto turned again to see the man standing there, waiting for him to attack. After a moment of thinking Ceto decided to play a "game" of sorts with the man. The game was merely to allow himself time to charge an attack with his staff.
Naroh watched as the Centaur trotted over to him, with a bit of a sly look on it's face. Naroh didn't think much, and charged at the beast. It blocked his attack, and pushed against the Naroh with it's staff. It now had even greater leverage, and pushed Naroh back with ease, as he was a few noticeable feet shorter than the creature. The two were only pushing against each other for a minute before the Centaur pulled away, and jumped back. Naroh fell forward, as the beast had earlier, except much harder. He jumped up and saw a beam of ice flying at him. It struck his arm, completely freezing it. He would have dropped his sword, but it was stuck in his hand now.
Ceto watched as the man fell the his knees, and then to his side. Save for a bit of shivering, the man was stiff as a statue. He took this moment to go pick up his medallion, and charge up a stronger attack. He was watching now, to see what the man would do, but nothing happened. The man only lay there, now on his back, shivering and chattering his teeth. Ceto thought it somewhat pathetic that only freezing the man's arm stunned him so much. Then he remembered the pain from the man's hands when they were lit. He looked at his back to see two human hand marks pressed into his fur.
"That's going to leave a mark..." he muttered in annoyance. Suddenly he heard a shatter of ice from a distance away. He looked back at where the man had been, only to see him charging again.
Naroh had been able to soak up enough heat from the sunlight to heat up his body, and melt the ice enough to break it. He promptly stood up, and ran again at the beast to attack. As he approached he jumped above the beast and fired four balls of fire at it. But the Centaur retaliated by firing several shard of ice at each fireball. There was now only steam in the place of the fireballs and ice shards. He lit his hands again, and fired another blast at the beast. The unpredictability of his aim with this attack worked to his advantage this time. It didn't directly hit the Centaur, but it skimmed along it's side, burning the fur there. The beast yelled out in pain, and quickly touched one cold end of it's staff to the front of the burn, and drug the staff along the burn, soothing the pain.
Naroh suddenly took notice of the tree, which was quite ablaze now. He ran to it while the beast was distracted, and standing near it, started to absorbed it's heat. If he could just stay a minute more, he'd have more power in his attacks. But that was not the case. During the time Naroh was down the Centaur had been charging it's staff, originally to attack Naroh. But plans changed.
Ceto looked at the man, now facing the tree, and seemingly sucking in it's heat. He could tell it was giving the man power... which was not helping HIM any. With his staff now charged with enough energy, Ceto shot an Ice Blast from it, directly at the tree. It sent Ceto reeling backwards for a moment. The man had heard the ice being fired from the staff, and ran as fast as he could away. The blast of ice hit the tree, freezing it in seconds, and killing the flame.
The two of them were now at somewhat of a pause. Naroh was standing around, with a smile on his face, as if he was having a good time. Ceto, on the other hand, was annoyed at the man, and ready to attack. They looked at each other from several feet away, both ready to strike at any second.