Tournament: CO Cheddar vs. Raiden
 

(OOC: We decided to have our battle at the foot of an active volcano.)

Thomas walked along the hard scorched ground by the volcanic mountain. Looking up, he could see large shoots of magma launch out of the top. The volcano was certainly active. Hopefully it wouldn't erupt while they were in their fight. Thomas decided to sit and wait for his opponent. He sat on a large boulder, and pulled out his bottle of whiskey. He took a drink, and closed his eyes. He needed to gather his energy and magic for the fight to come. If he could do well in this tournament, a wealthy man might want to hire him. He needed to do well. He patted the hilt of his Murasame blade. It would guide him through the fight.

Polarius strode towards the treacherous volcano to where his opponant awaited him. He had done everything possible to prepare himself for the fight; testing his magical skills to the limit, practicing his swordplay like a man possessed, and meditating to make sure he was in his peak of concentration. Finally, he caught a glimpse of his foe and picked up his pace.

"So, you are Thomas the Mercenary." Polarius said, sizing his foe up. "You certainly don't look like much. Oh well, I suppose I can't always fight worthy foes."

Thomas slowly opened his eyes, and looked at his opponent without moving his head.

"A mage. Perfect. Just what I needed." Thomas slowly stood up, and put his bottle away. He strapped his talon glove on, and entered a defensive position.

"Ready when you are, mage." Thomas was waiting for the mage to make the first move. The first thing he learned as a mercenary was that if you have never met your opponent before, read his first move.

Polarius stared at the man for a few minutes, saying nothing and making no moves. Suddenly, he drew his rapier from his concealed scabbard and quickly lunged at Thomas.

Thomas turned his shoulder so that the striking rapier would strike the metal shoulder guard. There were no cuts, but the guard was hit hard into his shoulder. The mage was now right up in front of him, exactly where he wanted. Thomas punched out with his talons, hoping to punch the mage in the shoulder with his talons.

Polarius saw the mercenary's talons a split second before they struck. He dodged quickly, but not quickly enough to avoid having the skin raked off the tip of his shoulder. Polarius took a deep breath, trying to reduce the pain, and smiled at his foe.

"I have a proposition. Let's stop holding back at each other."

OOC: Sorry. I just felt that the first hits were a testing ground. I'll keep DBZ far, far away from this RP, I promise. Penalize me if you want for that.

(OOC: I'm not. But because of that, I just might...)

Thomas smiled.

"You don't want me to hold back? Fine." Thomas ceremoniously unsheathed his Murasame blade. The long katana gleamed in the light of the lava.

"You have heard of the Murasame sword, haven't you. It's a special sword that can strike at an opponent from a distance. It's a nice piece of worksmanship. You'll have to see it first hand!" Thomas swung down with his blade, and a large blade of energy shot out from the sword and went flying towards the mage. Thomas was already charging up a lightning spell in case his attack missed.

OOC: No more cheasy lines, I mean it. I'm mortified already, so I sure won't pull another.

"Damn!" Only Polarius' focus saved him from certain destruction at that moment, as he frantically constructed a shield to soften the force of the Muramasa's blow. Shaken and breathing hard, Polarius focused inside himself.

Flame, hear my call. Come to me, spirits of the blaze! Come to me now!

He then shot a jet of flame at Thomas, followed by another.

Thomas's eyes widened as two large shots of fire came shooting at him. He dodged quickly. The first one missed him, but the second shot by his head only barely. Even though the flames themselves didn't touch it, the intense heat made his ear burn. His eyes watered as he tried to hold back the pain. He gritted his teeth. He hadn't expected a magical attack that soon after he had unleash his Murasame.

"You'll pay for that, mage!" Thomas's spell was now ready. He pointed his palm at the mage.

"Traka finite, ELECTRICUTE!" A large beam of electricity shot out from Thomas's hand, heading straight for the mage. He had noticed that the mage was still holding his rapier out. That was why he had used an electric attack. With any luck, the electricity would be attracted to the metal.