Avatar Arena: Premonitions vs. Twiddy
 

The two fighters stood in their arena. The arena was wide open and grassy with no obstacles around. However, there is a large cross cut in the grass, giving the area a holy feeling.

Far away, Raiden is taking a peaceful nap, Rhiya sleeping on his shoulders.

(This is the Blessed Field arena. Twiddy won Arena Advantage. The holiness of this arena increases the power of his Light Spells)

Glowing runes magically appeared in the air above the arena. Lines formed circles, which formed cylinders, which formed what seemed to be an entrance to heaven. The portal stood magnificently in the air for a fraction of second before something shot out of it. A brown bullet flew toward the Earth with full intent of collision. The object struck the ground, forming a small crater in the lush plains. Wind blew away from the Wizard, catching the morning dew and flinging it into the air. The water formed a rainbow, which only seemed to glorify the entrance of the Wizard.

With a slow, non-caring movement the Wizard rose to his feet, back facing his prey. He stood there for a few seconds, took a deep breath. With a violent jerk, his left hand shot out to his side. His ebony scabbard flew from his side to his hand. With another violent jerk, his right hand shot to his side. His silvery sword jumped from the scabbard, making a graceful arc before landing in his hand. The Wizard took a sniff of his surroundings, as his arms slowly dropped to his sides. His scabbard rode up his arm, and his sword hung limp before, the Wizard at perfect ease with his surroundings. He slowly turned around and rose his sword, pointing the blade at Premonitions.

“Premonitions. It is indeed an honor to fight you. However, please understand that I am not in the mood to chat. In fact, I feel an urge to fight. I ask that you make the first move, and… let’s get this crazy party started.”

Otto sat crosslegged facing him. Except for his eyes, ears, and nose, he remained completely motionless. After a few seconds, he spoke.

"I believe you to be mistaken as to my identity. I do however concur that this fight is one of great honor, for both of us. Alas, I must insist that you take the first action."

To say that the Wizard was disappointed would be incorrect. He was more shocked than anything. He had never imagined Premonitions to be a coward of any sort, so he guessed that something important must have come up. The Wizard kicked over a stone.

"I believe you to be mistaken as to my identity. I do however concur that this fight is one of great honor, for both of us. Alas, I must insist that you take the first action."

Great! Just great! Now if you accidentally kill him, you can’t say it was in self-defense! It was too much to hope that you could be quiet throughout this tournament, right? You got your hopes up? Dumbass. The Wizard sighed and looked around the peaceful plains. To a mage, this arena was some kind of heaven. The grass provided life to summon things, as well as lots of foliage to control. It also provided fuel to burn. The cross gave enhanced healing and holy powers. However, the Wizard wished to save his resources. If he had to start, he should start small. The Wizard’s hand glowed blue, and he shot it out, palm facing the Newb. Before him, the water in the air condensed and collected. Little icicles formed and grew. Eventually, the Wizard closed his hand and the blue glow vanished with a burst of light. The massive quantity of icicles, each about six inches long, sped toward the Newb.

Otto, seeing the icicles coming, raised a hand and began reversing the spell of the icicles. He only started it however, and did not do any more. Meanwhile, like a swing which has been twisted and then released, the icicles began both slowing and sublimating, then, as the final icicle dissolved inches from Otto's nose, icicles began forming in front of him and shooting back towards the source, as though the momentum of unwinding had carried through into winding the other way. However, much like the swing, the momentum did not carry as far as the original would have, and there were fewer and smaller icicles than had been in Twiddy's blast.

"A battle is not determined entirely upon what one individual or another can do. It is well to remember that there is very little you can do which can not be undone and turned around, if someone knows how. This is why observing is very important, my worthy adversary. If you see how something is done, it is very easy to undo. A room is much harder to clean if you have never seen it straightened. I offer this advice freely, for even if you use it to defeat me, in its use you will help me to spread my teachings."

The Wizard sighed at the Newb’s statement. To assume that something so obvious was news would be foolhardy. The Wizard tensed for a second, digging his heels into the ground. His wings collapsed into his body, as he jumped to the left out of the way of the incoming projectiles. He seemed to glide across the ground a safe distance away, charging his magic. His right hand, which was facing his enemy, was glowing red. His other, which was concealed, was green.

When his feet touched ground again, the Wizard shot out his right hand and let his left one drop a little. A fireball formed right in front of the Wizard and shot toward the Newb. His left hand merely clenched, as the green faded away dully. While the fireball raced toward it’s victim, the grass behind the Newb made an interesting transformation. A rectangular piece of the grass, as tall as the Wizard’s opponent and half that in width, seemed to become erect and hard. Essentially, they formed little needles. The rectangular patch of grass then seemed to spring up toward the back of the Newb, as though it was some kind of hunter’s trap.

The Wizard himself stood there, waiting to see what would happen. He was ready to move if necessary out of the way.

Otto knew that a simple reversal would not do the trick here. It was for this reason that he sprang forwards. Utterly unaware of the trap behind him, he leapt forwards and sidestepped the ball of fire, grabbing as he did so, spinning about, and hurling it back at the wizard with increased speed. Small pieces of the fireball fell off, reducing its power, but with the greater speed it would be harder to dodge.

The Wizard now had a plan formed in his mind. It would work, and it would be glorious. It would either bring a crushing victory, or a dismal defeat. … Do you listen to yourself? Are there any other choices? The Wizard ignored the little voice in his head so he could concentrate. He could easily dodge the fireball coming at him, but he did not see the need. His plan, now called Plan Kill Newb, would not allow such a maneuver.

The Wizard ducked down into a stance, and stretched out both his hands. They assumed the same position one would for holding a bat, and started to glow bright red. Flames grew from his hands and seemed to form a disk with a stick on it. After the embers assumed they’re shape it looked like a blazing racket. With a little huff, the Wizard struck the fireball coming his way back at the Newb. The racket disappeared, but enlarged the fireball to a much greater size than it was before. The force of the blast sent it back to the Newb at rapid speeds.

Otto, brought his arm up to his side adn stepped forwards, palm-striking forwards just as the fireball struck, reversing its direction once more.

"Would you like some help, noble adversary? You aren't going to hit me if I can see your attempt. Keep in mind that I move only to deflect your blows."

The Wizard sighed. He didn’t care too much about the Newb’s ignorance, he had just played into his hand. The next step of Plan Kill Newb would shortly commence!

The Wizard took out his hands, summoning up energy from the area around him. Water element was sucked up from the life around him, making the dew covered grass slightly dry. The water formed into a sphere in front of him. As the fireball got closed, the Wizard raised his glowing hands to block the incoming projectile. The fireball hit the liquid. Hot steam rushed into the Wizard’s face, not damaging him due to his natural resistance to magic. Effectively, the Wizard was now covered in a cloud of smoke, and could not be seen by the naked eye.