[Round Two] - Freezing Fears [Awkin vs. Ringo Star vs. I)ragon]

Spring Tournament 2009, Round 2 - Freezing Fears [Ringo Star v. I)ragon11 v. Awkin]

As the battle progresses, just remember that each fight will go on for about 25-30 posts, the character that you chose last round must be used again, and that Councilors characters (for example, in this thread, Zachary Leos) will act as a referee for this thread and maintain balance. Try to keep posts at around 500 words max, and avoid controlling your opponent's character. With all that said, have at it and have fun!

BiC: The wasteland hidden among the thick, mountainous valley seemed like a less than ideal place for a battle of any kind. Still, this was the Dome acting as the selector of the people who chose the battlefield. Even so, this wasn't the whole battlefield. Zachary had simply chosen this place as a test of the morale and mettle after the long journey.

The three fighters, all of whom had survived the first round with some level of luck, as the amateur sorcerer saw it, were all approaching. Shadowed figures from behind the snow didn't really allow the Replicator much of a chance to size up these people. Then again, he didn't really care.

"They've arrived," the ice mage muttered as he crossed his arms. Magical energy began to seep from the warrior's feet and formed a small circle around him as he closed his eyes. Visualizing the battlefield, the red haired youth spoke the words that he had developed as the summoning engine of this power. After all, he hadn't had time to field test this skill in battle, but this was field test enough.

My body is my sword.
Ice is my body and frost is my blood.
I have forged hundreds of weapons.
Unknown to loss.
Nor known to gain.
I have withstood great suffering to create these many weapons.
As I await ones arrival.
This is the power of my soul.
My only path is: “Crystal Ice Forge!”

As he finished the chant, the whole area lit up for a moment. All three warriors were engulfed in the new field on which they would battle. Swords littered the ground. Or, at least, what looked like swords. Ice had taken the form of swords hard as, if not harder than in some cases, steel. Snow gently fell in the enclosed landscape. A light mist covered the ground.

The amateur sorcerer leapt back onto the handle of one of the sword and looked at the three. The field of blades was ready to go. "Well, I'm not gonna waste time speaking. Get to work fighting!" he commented, not one for wasting time on this sort of thing.