Leg of a lamb[BA teachers]

Ooc: This will be a battle between teachers from the BA Dome. In case it isn't obvious, no one else than teachers shall post here. Any questions, go to the Out of character thread, of course.
Edit: Darn, forgot to add link to my char. Here you go, though he's changed some.

Bic:
First, an overview. We see a village with a harbour. Some chilly fog is drifting in between the narrow streets, and the weak sunlight is bearly lighting up the alleys through a layer of clouds. The tall brick buildings lean against each other like old men with a heavy burden and streets and alleys wind around them like snakes, going up and down around the houses as the ground does.

Two cliffs on either side loom ominously, trapping the village and making a funnel for the sea to hit it. The only road in and out if you won't risk it all by going to the sea is a thin, dirt road behind it, littered with stones coming from the cliffs.

Grun was bored. He sat with his head resting on his fist and stared into the air. He was near the main door of the Dome, watching people enter and wander about before being taken care of. He slowly drew his breath, and, slowly let it out. Boring.

He was just pondering the possibility of going berserk when a dimirï approached him.
"Wassit?" Grun asked in a flat voice.
"Your presence is required at the top." The dimirï seemed to suddenly remember who he was talking to, and quickly changed into a troll. "nah more 'an that, jus' go up."
"It can't wait? Ai was thinkin' boot somefing."
"Nah, yoo're needed now." With a sigh, Grun rose and let the chair melt down into the ground again. With a sigh, he said,
"Hope 's exitin'. For yer sake," and left.

Grun crossed the main hall and got to the winding hallway going round and round, following the wall. With big open windows to the hallway, he saw the students and other become smaller and smaller as he advanced upwards. He felt the wind coming from the top of the Dome and it cooled his brain. His mood slightly lifted. He quickly strode up the rest of the way and found himself on a ramp overlooking the hall under. The ramp was white stone, and arched beautifully until it stopped over the middle. Grun, following random flashes in his brain, wandered out on it and lay down, staring down the long, long way to the bottom. The wind was strong here, cooling his brain further.

As he lay, wondering at which time he would get bored again, he remembered why he had gone up there. he stood up ad looked about him. When he happened to look down, he saw something he had seen many times before. He rumbled a little chuckle, drew his breath, and jumped off the ramp. Into the portal.

He crashed through a roof, through a floor and landed on a earth floor. He groaned slightly, and got up. A faint, dim beam of sunlight shone down through the holes he had made, and lighted up the cellar some. It seemed to hold some barrels, and some logs. Grun grabbed two of the longest and sturdiest he could, climbed the stair to the ground floor, and got out in a street. He grinned and was prepared for battle.

Ooc: Bloodsword, you next?
Now, all I did was to move Grun from the Dome to a random house. He's in the street outside of it, and has two logs as weapons.

OoC: right, on we go. Grun is a troll, right? If not, correct me and I'll fix it.

BiC: Cain stared at the huge troll that had emerged onto the street in front of him. He had not expected any other teacher to be here, he had simply come here to meditate. He cocked his head to the side, his long dark hair casting shadows over his face. Grun stared at him, grinning in a rather sadistic sort of way.

"Cain," snorted Grun. After his name was mentioned, both Cain and Grun knew that they were going to have a fight. Cain was glad, he was long overdue for a fight. Grun stomped forward, swinging his two logs threateningly.

Cain seized his sawed off shotgun and his sword, and brought them up in defense. Grun roared and swung a log. Cain rolled the the side, his long hair whipping in a frenzy. The wind picked up speed, as though trying to increase the intensity. Grun swung hard at Cain. But the human was very agile, more so than he had expected.

Cain ducked another swing, and put his foot on the log, pushing off of it. He leapt into the air from the combined force of his jump and the log, and fired a shot into Grun's chest. The bullets rattled against the trolls thick hide, causing no serious injury, but the bullets dug into him, and small flakes of skin tore off into the wind. Grun snarled in pain and whipped both logs around. Cain was not prepared, and was slammed out of the air. All the air flew out of his parted lips.

The gunman flew hard into the dusty ground, the mist concealing his form from Grun. The huge hulk of a fighter swung a log again, and Cain dove away. The log rammed the ground, shaking it slightly. Being born a stealthy person, Cain scurried across the ground, doing his best to make no sound. Grun growled, staring around through the thick clouds, looking for his opponent.

A few seconds later, a small thump on Grun's back signalled Cain diving into the huge troll. Grun whirled around, snatching at him, but Cain clung on, unwilling to give up. He whacked Grun across the head with his sword hilt, which slightly stunned him, giving Cain time to kick off of Grun's back, and knock the troll to the ground. Both teachers rolled away from each other, and then spun to their feet, looking through the thick fog for each other.

But even as this intense battle took place, another approached ...

OoC: GC next, I think.

OoC: Guess I'll have to enter, then.

IC: Relaxation – the one thought on Kyrias’s mind when he studied his current student’s actions. A lazy practice? Maybe. An effective one? Sometimes. Did it get what needed to be done over with? Most definitely? For sure? Yes. It was a practice he had picked up here and there, from his quick start at the dome through the ever-so-popular entrance of the random hole in the ground. He was still learning his way around The Dome, unfamiliar in many of its unique aspects… wandering around this place was like trying to find a pin in a needle stack. It was just that tough. But then again, this was a pretty tough (and unimaginably huge) place.

Currently he was seated at the foot of the Aqueous Mountains, watching three of his students rush up the moss-covered tree-ridden side of a tall mountain, about a few thousand feet or so. The climb wasn’t easy, especially when they had soup on their heads. But Kyrias had no soup on his head. He never expected to ever have soup on his head, and he didn’t ever intend to take a bowl and place it in that certain location anyway. In fact, his head was the last place he’d ever expect to put his soup bowl – at least, the top of it. Quickly fading into a trance state thinking about the boring aspects of soup-on-one’s-head, he dozed off next to the large pot of boiling edible liquid-food.

His students had made it nearly a quarter of the way up the mountain when he was awoken by a strange beeping noise. He took a piece of paper out of his pocket; it ruffled and made a crinkling noise as he unfolded it. It was large – nearly as large as him, and extremely thin, too. He spread out its contents across the ground, covering it in dirt and such unintentionally. He noted that a red mark on the map began to flash. One blue, one red, three yellow, two green. The red dot indicated where he was; blue where the destination was he was being called to. The other two weren’t important yet.

Kyrias had the strange urge to lick his elbow. Sadly, he wasn’t able to do it. He’d heard many can, though most cannot. He was obviously in the most.

He would have to leave his students behind, then. What could this be for? He thought. “I’m in the middle of a training session, next time I’ll remember to turn the map off,” he sounded with a slight groan, and placed his hand reluctantly on the map in front of him, knees on the ground so he could reach the map and look at it closely. Soon enough, he found the world around him dissolve into darkness, soon replaced by a small ghost town.

Empty, deserted, and devoid of life, save a few rustling noises and two people standing nearby.

Two people standing nearby.

“Oui, Kyrias, ‘boot time you got ‘ere!” a voice said.

Kyrias could just barely make out the figure from afar. There was a dimwitted look on the man’s face, too dimwitted to be human, even by the lowest standards. It was like looking at a dumb stone man, only it moved. And stone men shouldn’t be moving, Kyrias knew.

It’s magic, remember? Kyrias could just hear Piuma’s voice right now, saying that to him. But this wasn’t magic…

“’Ey… you jus’ gonna sit dere and stare at me? Or ya gonna wake up an’ geet over here?”

He realized he had been in almost a sleeping state. He really needed to learn how to get distracted less easily. “Yeah, yeah. I’m right here, coming!” He thrust his arms into the air, got his legs moving, and began a jog towards the two figures, which began to converse between one another. He forgot his map behind him.

As he came closer, he realized that the two were not talking, but fighting. One of these was the dimwitted stone man he had seen just a few moments earlier, the other his former student Cain. He greeted Cain as he would anyone else, expecting a salutation in return. Unfortunately, the greeting was returned by a shot of Cain’s gun.

“Whoa, take it easy there!” Kyrias was in shock for a moment, and then regained his normal posture. “Don’t kill me before I know what’s going on.”

“Well… this is a free for all. Which means you should always have your guard up.” At this moment, a fist was thrust at Cain, which he easily dodged while speaking to Kyrias. “You just need to know how to handle ‘em.”

“…right then. I see you’ve become quite the fighter.”

Cain dodged another fist. Ah, why won’ ya let me hit you? was heard in the background. “You bet!” he responded, showing a quick smile and turning back to the odd stone man, pointing his gun at his head. He took a shot, and hit him directly on the forehead, though it didn’t seem to do anything.

Kyrias poked Cain, “Who is he?”

“You really should get more acquainted with the people around you, Kyrias.”

“Tell me something I don’t know. Now, are you going to tell me who he is or not?” Kyrias’s face said enough. He was growing impatient, and the dust from the streets getting in his eyes and on his face wasn’t making him long to remain where he was. In fact, quite the contrary. He wasn’t in the greatest mood to stand in a desolate region and watch his former student fight an odd man he’d never seen before. Then suddenly, Cain stepped aside and let the stone man take a swing at Kyrias. He hit him hard on the shoulder, but it was obvious this person was not made of stone. “Ouch! Don’t you know better then to hit a man when he’s not on guard?”

Cain spoke up once again, “Now, now… don’t hurt him for what he doesn’t know. He’s a teacher in The Dome as well, Kyrias. I’m surprised you didn’t know him sooner. This is Grun,” he said, pointing to the not-stone man. Grun smiled in an almost annoying, yet innocent way. The kind of smile that made you think he was doing it just for show.

Kyrias didn’t take this man lightly. He thought, you’d have to be a fool to be won over by that smile. “Now,” he said, talking still to Cain, “You mentioned a free for all?”

“Yes, I did…” he ordered Grun to stop fighting for a moment. “We just have to wait for the other teachers to arrive. They should be here shortly, everyone was sent a notice.”

“Alright then. I don’t know about you, but I’d rather wait.”

“Same here, but we can’t really—” the blunt end of a pole was being pointed between his eyes, just above his nose. It was about an inch away from Cain’s face, and had been lunged so suddenly at him, taken out so quickly and flawlessly, that he hadn’t seen a thing.

“You’ve gotten better, Kyrias.”

“Damn right I have.”


OoC: ...how do I know who goes next, again? If there hasn't been an order set... you can go next, Scott.

OoC: Eh, yeah. Sure. Let's see... Licking elbows is quite impossible. My characters are so hard to find, I'll just link 'em to you.

IC:

"You know," Tarhedron said out of his circle of papers, "There has been a summons for the masters of the Dome."

"Really?" asked his small companion, who had been busily creating a flock of paper birds--out of some sort of very likely priceless book's pages. "What for?"

"I," replied Tarhedron imperiously, "really don't care. Besides. I have better things to do. You go find out, and tell me later."

"Okay," Caffran assented. "I'll go see."

"One more thing," Caffran stopped and looked. "Bring your armaments." Tarhedron offered no further explanation, and returned his attention to the multitude of texts around him.

The boy shrugged, and walked out of the library, leaving the stuffy eldar to his studies. He quickly retrieved his weapons, and set out down a hallway, a random one of course. It didn't matter where he went. Where he needed to go would reveal itself shortly.

Sure enough, he chose a random door, and walked through. Beyond was a harbor. He stepped through the door, and found that there was a village behind him, and in this village were people... other teachers. So, naturally, ones he had not dealt with much. To his mild surprise, they appeared to be having a brawl. Guess that's why I brought my sword, he thought to himself, and ran forward, jumping onto a building nearby the others.

Caffran witnessed one of them--Kyrias, he believed--hold a staff to the face of another, who said, "You’ve gotten better, Kyrias." As he said this, he happened to notice Caffran, who was moving into position. He apparently chose to ignore the boy's presence.

"Damn right I have," Kyrias replied, and a split-second later, Caffran lept down and on Kyrias' head. "What the hell?" was his immediate response.

"Hi there!" Caffran nearly laughed, as he quickly dropped down off of his momentary 'chariot,' grabbing his staff in the process, and wisking it away. He jumped back away, backflipping in the process--for show, of course. He studied the staff of the very much annoyed Kyrias a moment, and said, "Hmm... Nice staff you got here." He held it like one would hold a walking stick. "Too big though," he commented, and tossed it, javlin-style, at Kyrias, who stepped to the side, and barely caught it.

Clearly annoyed by the boy, Kyrias started to cast something. Seeing this, Caffran picked up a pebble, and nailed him in the left eye with it. "Ow! Hey!"

"Other peoples' magic and me tend to not get along," Caffran declared in mock-indignation.

OoC: That leaves... ry-san, then?

Sorry guys, I just can't find time for this right now. You're up HAB.

Ooc:
Ryorinin-san: No worry, she'll be right.
I hope you all saw my revised Grun
Bloodsword: Cain is Ahab? I had some trouble finding who this char was.

Bic:
Grun stood sheepishly during the small break, smiling as more and more targets got there. But now, he was getting bored and annoyed.
"I ain't one to, ye kno', be argu-mentiv' an' all dat," he said loudly, "but if Ai ain't aloowed te fight anetime soon, Ai'm gonne start hittin' people." As an afterthought, he added, "Wi' people."

The others stopped in their talk and looked at him. Kyrias was the first to get a word in, and kept it by talking quick,
"Ok, what if we go for some 200 paces in different directions, and then, we fight whoever we meet first. Open battle between all, winner is the last one standing, who haven't given up. All clear?" The others made some mumbling "yes"'s, but just as he was about to talk, Grun interupted,
"Pac...es?"
"Err... Just wander off for some time, then turn and look for trouble, I know you're good at it." Kyrias said, "Ok, then, 3, 2, 1, Go!" They all set off, running with adrenaline and the thrill of a battle. Grun wandered off as fast as one can still call wandering. He smiled and knocked the two logs together, thinking he'd better get a stronger weapon. He threw them away and rubbed his chest, the fireworks of one of them had hurt him, he'd have to stay away from that in the future.

Forgetting he was to turn after some time, he had reached the end of the village, and the beginning of the cliffs. There, he saw a perfect weapon, one which he hadn't seen in a long time. He gave a sort of chuckle, making a sound like a mini-avalanche, and uprooted the small tree with one hand. He tore off the branches and broke it to a suitable size. He took hold with both hands, and swung it at some nearby houses. It made a satisfying and loud "thud". He chuckled again and turned to the city. The 5-foot club was dragged along the ground , making small thumps as it bounced off the cobbles.

A pebble hit him in the head, making a hollow sound. He turned around astonishingly quickly, looking for what hit him.
"Hey, Stone-man! Up here!" Grun looked up and saw Caffran sitting on a rooftop, dangling his legs over it. He squinted his eyes, slowly advanced to the small laughter of Cafferan, and swung the club towards the brick building. It hit the building with a mighty "THUD!" and smashed in some of the bad-quality bricks. Caffran shook and a flash of worriedness passed over his face. He leapt easily to his feet.
"Hey, come on now! Well, if you're not one to talk, let's play!" He lept easily down to the street, prodded Grun in the back with his sword, and before Grun could turn around, he had scaled another building, easily climbing the badly-laid bricks. Grun drew his breath, clearly annoyed, and then ran straight for the building. He smashed into it head-first, smashing the whole wall, and, along with the roof, Caffran came tumbling down, giving a short yell. He looked through the dust into a pair of dull, red eyes.
"Yea, we play." Grun said.

OoC: Yeah, Ahab is Cain. I forgot that GC is the only one who knew about my name swap. Sorry about that.

BIC: Cain clutched his sawed off shotgun close to his chest, his sword in the other hand as he strode through the mist. The swirling oceans of gray parted as he walked through it, making it seem like tendril-like hands were reaching out to grab him and pull him into their mass. He looked at the fog with a feeling of uncertainty ... something he had come to know as normal.

He could feel the presence of strong magic nearby, and he both mentally and physically prepared to fight. A strong essence of power gripped his conscience, and he felt it growing larger with each echoing step he took. He was not afraid, only confused. He had felt this magic before, but he couldnt place his finger on whom he had felt it from ...

Suddenly the magic exploded into a phrase of Free Magic, and Cain rolled to the left just in time. The ground beside him exploded and shot clods of dirt and stone up everywhere. He rolled to his feet, crouched down in defense, and fired two rounds from his sawed off shotgun through the rains of earth. He heard someone grunt as the bullets struck, but knew that it would not deter them, only slightly weaken them. He hurriedly shoved two more rounds into both barrels and slammed the barrel shut, getting quietly to his feet. He swept his dark hair out of his eyes, and waited patiently, his mystery fighter still out of seeing range.

Another phrase was cried out, and this time he was more prepared, for he recognized the voice. He smirked to himself, and called out his own Free Magic. Wind blew against wind, creating swirling clouds of dust that never moved from their spots. Both combined Free Magic winds were both exactly the same in power, so neither conquered the other.

But as soon as the wind stopped, Cain lanced forward, diving through the fog before his adversary could attack again. He collided with a heavy body, and both men toppled to the ground beside the crater caused by the Bolt.

Cain pressed his sword to the mans throat, and smiled pleasantly. "Why Kyrias," he said, "we really should stop meeting like this."

His old Dome teacher threw him off effortlessly, but Cain made no move to stop him. Kyrias leapt to his feet, trying to keep a slight smile off his face.

"But if you'll recall," said Kyrias, waving a finger, "I've gotten better."

Before Cain could see what was happening, Kyrias's body became a blur, and he felt excruciating pain erupt on the side of his head. He flew backwards by the stunning blow from his teacher, and landed hard on his back. He wiped a drop of blood from his eyes, then leapt up, rushing up to meet him. Kyrias withdrew his staff, clutching it in both hands.

Both men smashed together with backbreaking force. Cain swung his sword everywhere in a sinuous pattern impossible to follow. Kyrias deflected the blows and retaliated, but both men were finding no visible openings. This furious duel went on for two minutes before Cain finally kicked out and sent Kyrias stumbling backwards.

The gunman twirled his sword around his hand and stood still, ready for anything. Kyrias recovered quickly, and sent another Bolt Cain's way. Cain ducked under the lancing lightning, and released his own.

"Yeah," said Cain, watching Kyrias roll to the side to avoid the Bolt, "this'll be fun."

heh, sorry guys... for this one round, go on without me.

Just one more week of school left after this one. ^^;;

This hasn't moved, has it? Well, I'll get it moving, then.

BiC: "Nice try, but not nice enough!" Kyrias took a quick lunge and headed straight for Cain, completely ignoring the fighters on the side. Cain blocked the attack easily enough - his arms seems to be strong enough to block a kick from him. He would have to find another way to hit Cain, and fast. This would surely be a quick battle. Once he was finished, Kyrias thought, he would move on to the others.

"Bolt..." Cain stated softly, and nearly faded away from Kyrias' vision. The lightning hit him hard in the chest, sending him flinging backwards and making him hit the unstrdy wall of a nearby deserted home. He picked himself up, wiping the dust off of his shirt and attempting to get the burn stain out. He was unsuccessful.

"Right, then I suppose I'll just be fighting like this," Kyrias gripped his staff tightly, each finger holding onto the rod for dear life, or what seemed like it. he was fairly sure he wouldn't die from this fight, not if he had a say in it anyway. He could always unleash one of his more powerful attacks at Cain and wipe him out instantly, but that would get rid of the fun. Fun, he thought, was probably what led to the downfall of most fighters. They stalled too long, even when they can launch the most powerful attack imaginable, and end up getting themselves killed.

But the adrenline rush was more then Kyrias could ask for - he needed a waker-upper after these dull weeks of nothingness he had had previously. In fact, his life had pretty much been on hold completely. If anything was fun, it would be prolonging this battle, even if it moved at the rate of a punch every half second.

Kyrias tossed his staff as if it were a javelin, directly at Cain. It hit him square in the face, and he stumbled backwards slightly. But now, Cain had his staff - and Kyrias would have to be a complete idiot to attempt to get it back.

So, he went and attempted to get it back.


OoC: Sorry it's so short, but I need to get all my BA stuff done ^^;.