Cries from the Ghetto (Daphnes, Shimsil)

Ooc: This is a battle only thread between my BA character Illdian and Daphnes' character.

Bic:
Far from the wide streets, lavish fountains and towering spires of the city, the squalid rat-nests sprawl outwards like fallen rocks. It constitutes almost two-thirds of the city, though many a nobleman think otherwise. The clusters of blackish brown houses seem to creep up the slopes and the melt into the lower plains.

The stench amongst the tiny, one room boxes is incredible; a mixture of drainwater and other, more sinister juices. The spaces between each house are tight, constricted and lined with garbage. Overhead criss-crossing clothes lines connect the slant roofs like greasy spiderwebs. Looking closer, through a small square window, heavily smoking candles and the occasional lantern give a surreal glow to the round, dirt streaked faces of children. The setting sun lights a look of dead apathy glazing their eyes. Hard-faced women can be seen hunched over, forcefully scrubbing blackened pots.

Suddenly a bright flash of light snaps a hundred pairs of eyes and ears to attention. From every window and door a collective attention is locked onto the source of the disturbance. Amidst the standing pillars of a long burned down structure a shadowed figure stood. Illdian quickly crouched into the scruffy grass and remained utterly still. He stayed motionless until he was sure no one but the truly curious was still looking. Waiting only a few moments longer he stood up and grabbed the edge of a broken stairway. Pulling himself up he then ran to the top and paused near a bare window on a scrap of wall. Moonlight made a shadow for him across the wall and he drew his bow, fitted an arrow and awaited his prey

OoC: Nice beginning. The link in your sig didn't work for me.

BiC: Boomer had stocked up on supplies, and was eager to get out from such a confined stretch of town. He had to walk perfectly erect to keep from getting stuck in the narrow alleyways. He was so happy to finally get out into the open that he clearly noticed the bright flash of light. The best place of cover from the direction of the flash was a burned out building, so Boomer watched it. He saw movement in a window, and wondered what sort of attention a person might want in there.

Illdian watched Boomer roll casually toward his location, and wondered how to get a clean shot, since he prefered quick matches. He waited for the right time, and Boomer eased to a stop twenty feet from the door. He could tell that Boomer had a tough hide, so he aimed for the eyes. Unfortunately, he was seen, and Boomer made for the inside. Punching a pillar, Boomer managed to make Illdian fall, but he landed deftly, and fired a shot! It hit Boomer's skull as he ducked his head down, and he pulled out his hammer.

"Who are you?" Boomer asked.

"I am Illdian."

They began to square off...


OoC: I'm not sure how his name is spelled, because I've seen it spelled Illidan and Illdian.

Ooc: Its really Illdian. it helps me to remember 'Ill-Dian' oh yeah i fixed the character link

Bic:
He had lost his shot. A glancing hit with an arrow was like scratching him with a fingernail. "Damn! I should have poisoned them!" he thought.To hazard another shot would mean a sure spattering under Boomer's hammer. Illdian quickly slipped the bow onto his back leaving his hands free. He drew his katana, which had a 28" long blade and a round tsuka. The blade was a yellow-tinted steel which appeared gold in strong sunlight. However in the full splendour of the moon it gave off a pallid, cold shine.

The crisp, metallic shlick seemed to set the ghetto on fire. Illdian was unaware their audience had resurfaced and were once again peering out of their windows to watch the action. He stood, knees bent and sword tucked up against his chest. He allowed his arms to pump full of energy, all the while tensing his thighs into action. Suddenly his body became a blur, stepping forward and bringing the curved blade down. Quick as the strike was Boomer avoided it. However, his arm swung open, allowing Illdian to push the blade forward and nick him in the inner arm.

A wry smile crossed Illdian's lips. Boomer attacked, smashing his hammer into the ground and at a ruined pillar. Illdian moved with a fluidity suprising for one with so much armour. Boomer's hammer struck a blow on Illdian's right shoulder, throwing him off balance and onto the ground. Pain spiking angrily, Illdian decided to end this rabble quickly. Leaping up to the ruined landing again he barely missed being hit by Boomer's killing blow. Not sparing a second, he jumped off, bringing his sword down. He caught a glance of Boomer's face, looking up at him as the blade slid down into the big Goron's shoulder.

Hot, dark blood spurted up at him, almost pushing the sword out on its own. Illdian's eyes gleamed as he fell into a trance like state. As he dropped, he slashed again at Boomer's thigh, breaking many of the mail-joints but doing little damage. A split-second before his boots touched the ground a wall of white-hot pain slammed into his face. His body flew backwards and smacked into a stone roadsign.

Pain seered through his arm and steam rose in the cool air from the blood as Boomer surveyed the damage. Illdian lay stunned, so Boomer had time to reach into his supply pouch and grab a cloth. He stuck it between his armor and shoulder to stop the bleeding. It was unprofessional, but it would do. He couldn't use his left arm to it's fullest extent without making the wound erupt like an oozing volcano.

"I'm going to have to mess you up for that." Boomer said as Illdian finished recovering from the blow. The left side of his face was red, and you could barely see finger marks.

"I'm not afraid of you." He said.

"Lack of fear doesn't make the pain any less intense." Boomer said as he rushed forward. Illdian side stepped as Boomer swung down, but the concussion sent him rolling. He summoned a damage spell and fired it at Boomer's face. Using the distraction, he made an attack, but Boomer rolled into a ball. The blade hit his back, doing little damage, and Illdian leaped high to keep from getting squashed. Boomer circled Illdian, creating a fiery ring, and the heat started to suck up the oxygen. If he didn't get free, he would suffocate.

The swirling vortex of fire and air churned around him, growing hotter every moment he stayed. Illdian could feel greedy fingers of heat clawing at his face. Thinking fast he threw an arm upwards, fingers spread as if grasping an invisible chalice. His palm trembled a little as if struggling to hold it. At that moment any one of their spectators could boast the story to their grandchildren and be proud. Slowly gathering into Illdian's upraised hand was a gently swirling mass of blue. Drawn from high above the spinning flames, a ample flow of moisture congealed with a cool blue light into Illdian's grasp. At its core the water was frozen to the consistency of rock, with a skin of jagged spines of frost. When it was about the size of Boomer's head, Illdian pulled it down and hurled it into the ring of fire.

The ice still forming in his hands, Illdian flung a loose slurry of frost outwards, surrounding both himself and Boomer. The iceball struck the big Goron on the right shoulder, its weight shoving shards of ice deep past armour and skin. As it shattered it froze the open wounds, causing even more damage and causing Boomer to fall out of track and recoil in pain. Caught in his own momentum he staggered through the cloud of ice Illdian had lain. It ws like walking through falling razorblades.

Illdian too felt pain. His elbows were cut and raw. The tip of his nose and ears were frozen, he would feel a lot worse later. His mind felt clouded and muddled, partly from the spell and the cold. However, his fight still lingered. Once he had gotten a taste of his own adrenaline there was no stopping. He looked at Boomer who was barely standing and drew his katana. Advancing slowly he prepared to rush forward and drive the blade up into Boomer's jaw, giving the poverty-strickened a fitting end to their tale.

OoC: Is this a fight to the death? I don't mind, since I plan to keep using Boomer even if he dies here. I just don't want you to get sore if Boomer eventually kills Illdian.

It just occurred to Boomer that this guy was honestly trying to kill him. It wasn't that he was simple, but he didn't usually assume the worse when he was attacked. He used his Heat Wave attack to melt the ice in his wounds, but he was staggered. Illdian lunged forward in a thrusting pose, and Boomer fell to one knee to keep from falling down completely. Before Illdian got to him, he fired a Fire Blast out of his arm.

Illdian stopped and summoned a small wind vortex that pushed the fire around him. He was surrounded by flames, but the vortex took the brunt of the punishment. With his other arm, Boomer summoned a pillar on each side of Illdian, with spikes protruding. He clenched his fist, and the pillars converged. Illdian had to leap backward before the pillars collided, and crumbled onto each other.

Boomer summoned a small sandstorm as cover, and Illdian changed weapons. All of Boomer's open wounds made adequate targets for the arrows that would merely glance off his hide otherwise. He fired some shots, but wasn't sure if he hit anything. If he kept shooting blindly, he would soon run out of arrows, so Illdian had to figure something out.

His own wounds were slowing his judgement, so he didn't notice the storm sdging closer until he started chocking on dust. He stepped backwards, and a stalagmite erupted a few inches from him. He knew Boomer's plan now. Boomer was using stalagmites the same way Illdian used arrows, but he was shooting blind as well.

Ooc: it dosent have to be a fight to the death, i just wasnt sure. Ill use Illdian afterward too since its a closed match.
Bic: Quickly running out of arrows he began to ponder alternative methods to ending this fight. Parrying another two shards of rock, he made one final dashing slash at Boomer. The blade kissed his left forearm, gashing it. Illdian kept on going, snatching arrows off the ground and making for the alleyways.

Glancing back, he shot an arrow at Boomer and smiled.
"Sure you can fight, lets see how you chase." he thought.

Soon the Goron was lumbering towards him, appearing slightly dazed but with a cold intent in his eyes. He leapt onto a stack of crates and then onto a roof. A myriad of startled cries rose up from within the house. Illdian eyed the approaching Boomer, and noted his speed carefully. The energy welling up inside him he assumed the specific stance and planned something truly nasty for his hulking opponent.

What was he doing on a roof? Illdian had lured him away from tbe ground to a spot where he couldn't use his fire magic without setting the whole ghetto on fire. He had a mean looking smile on his face, but Boomer would wipe that off. He lunged at Illdian, and Illdian lunged forward. He swung his hammer horizontally, and Illdian leaped high. Using the momentum, Boomer brought the hammer around and upward, catching the enemy in the air with a powerful vertical swing. Illdian hit the roof so hard, he bounced, and the wind was knocked out of him.

Illdian slid down into an alley, and Boomer tried to flush him out with bombs. It worked well enough, and he ran into the street. Boomer rolle down, and made to keep Illdian in the open. Even in the street, there was clutter, merchant stands, and a few brave or stubborn souls that couldn't be bothered with the fight. Illdian used an earth based attack that softened the ground, and Boomer sank to a halt. He jumped up to drive his sword down into Boomer's back, but he blocked with his hammer.

Reaching quickly, he grabbed Illdian, and squeezed until he heard bones pop. "I have more stamina than you. I'll be rolling on while you lay unconcious in this street." Boomer said. "Maybe someone will pawn your sword and armor off while you're out."

"Shut up!" Illdian said, He froze the vapor around his hand, and shoved it into Boomer's wound. The ice cracked, ripping through soft tissue, and Boomer groaned in pain. Neither let up, and it looked like they may both fall.

Sharp pains wrung in his chest like a writhing dragon. Only when he repeatedly struck Boomer's face and neck did the grip loosen. Ah, the joy of broken ribs. Only the most special fracture one could have; when every breath is like being stabbed from the inside. Illdian stiffened his fingers and thudded them into the relatively soft flesh of the Goron's neck. A gagging, stumbling Boomer dropped Illdian, freeing his sword arm. Rage building, he took a step back and sheathed his weapon. He summoned all his anger, and combining it with his pain, soon lost the world around him.

A scream erupted from him, building into a war-cry. A vile green orb had formed between his hands. It churned and melted into itself, giving off a thick, toxic scent that burned the nostrils. It seemed the harder he screamed the bigger the orb grew. He pulled it back, and with a grunt threw it forward, trailing moss-green wisps of poison.

Illdian knew better than to stand near it when it hit and ducked behind a broken wall. The orb smacked into Boomer's wide chest and burst with a sickening thuk!. The green ooze splashed over his shoulders and ran down beneath his chestplate. A loud sizzling followed by a horrible burning pain filled Boomer's torso. The acid was eating through his skin and armour and had slipped into his bloodstream via the many wounds Illdian had made.

Illdian couldn't help but grin a little. "Lets see you beat this with stamina..." he said coldly as he shot arrow after arrow into the now spongy and bleeding flesh of Boomer's chest. The chestplate had all the strength of a wicker basket. Each thud was satisfying. Each arrow sunk whittled his own pain slightly.

Boomer's body was now a slick red stump porcupined by arrows, breathing slowly. A different set of choices now faced Illdian; let the poison eat away his opponent's life for a long torturous death or, rush in while he's stunned and finish it quickly? Yet another option rose to his mind. The antidote in his pack would heal Boomer enough to recover and walk away.

Toxin. There was only one solutiong when facing toxin, other than extenal curatives. Using his Heat wave attack, he built up heat inside of him, causing his very blood to boil. His body seemed to catch fire, and he could see Illdian's uncertainty as he watched. The toxin in his blood became a gas as his blood boiled it out, and evaporated into the air. The arrow shafts caught fire and burnt into ash.

It didn't stop there. The waves of heat began to drive Illdian back, and it kept going until nothing but a pillar of fire could be seen where a MediGoron stood. The fire swirled into a vortex, and converged on a point in front of Boomer. A compressed fireball was gripped in his hands, feuled by boiling blood, as Boomer summoned a devestating attack. Much to Illdian's surprise, he threw the fireball into the air.

Boomer summoned earth to meld ith the fire to create a flaming meteor, beginning one of his combo spells. Illdian had seen enough, and leaped forward to stop Boomer, but was stopped by a blast of heat that came from his body and the asteroid. A column of heat drove Illdian and anything else backwards as Boomer summoned his final attack.

"This battle draws to a close!" Boomer yelled.

OoC: Ok. I think this has been a good battle, so it's time for final posts. Try to stop one of Boomer's two strongest attacks, before Illdian gets smashed.

Ill edit the post in full 2morrow.

Boomer's suicidal self-boiling routine was astounding. Illdian could see the poison dissapating from his wounds, along with a great deal of blood. The asteroid now sustained itself, blazing hotter and hotter. Illdian gazed intently at Boomer, sword held up.

"The blood of these innocents will be on your hands, brute!" Illdian shouted. "Harm them and you will wallow in defeat forever!!!"

People were running in all directions, some to escape and others clamouring to watch. He watched the Goron raise the ball of cinders and cast it powerfully toward him. Illdian braced himself. Swiftly he put the katana between him and the projectile and summoned a sheet of ice that closed in like a cool blue curtain. The asteroid hit head on, shattering the ice and turning it to steam. It ploughed ahead, into melee range. Illdian chopped into it like a block of wood, slicing it cleanly in half. Both pieces spun like demonic firecrackers and rolled into the houses, scattering embers.

Illdian was slipping fast. The world was blurry, sounds came from deep underwater. His muscles refused to work and he let the sword settle to the ground. His skin was charred and bleeding and his chest exploded into all new levels of agony. A ghostlike purple energy wafted off his shoulders. The spell mirror blocked the damage from the magic fire and stone but it wasn't enough. It had let in the heat and impact but it had effectively saved him from a violent, fiery death. His arms dropped to the sides and he looked at Boomer.

"Pray for Mercy" the Goddess had said, "and I will grant it onto you...." Illdian remembered. He thought he could see the Night Mother's own face looking down from the stars, as Boomer walked up to the blackened patch of dirt where he knelt.

He had made the mistake of letting pain and anger cloud his judgement. He shouldn't have used that powerful attack so close to a town, but it was partly Illdian's fault for luring him here. Boomer grabbed his opponent and lumbered towards an apocathary. In his stuuned state, Illdian made little resistance.

"This Elf needs help." Boomer muttered to the healer before he passed out.

He woke up later in a differnt room, and found Illdian in seperate quarters. They exchanged wary looks before they were lead to the common room for food. They sat at opposite ends of a long table as they were served.

"Were you trying to burn the place down, or what?" Illdian asked.

"We were in a remote area before. You were the one who ran into the alleys." Boomer said. "Besides, I didn't know you'd care, since you were looking for a fight in the first place."

"Hmph." Illdian said as he began to eat. They ate in relative silence until they left the house. "Thanks for carrying me there."

"Just behave yourdelf. I'm going to find my supplies and leave." Boomer said before he rooled off.


OoC: We can end here, with the two completely rejuvenated, or we can keep going, since Illdian didn't finish Boomer off before.

sure we can end. it was a good battle and fun too.

This battle is now over. Great job.