Dawn of the Third Age/IC Logs/Brazen Sand vs. the Defiler
Session Start (Anshu:#celestialdeliberative): Tue Nov 09 20:21:39 2010 -0700
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[20:41] <~Anshu> hmm
[20:41] <Brazen_Sand> (This is IC)
[20:42] <~Anshu> (derp)
[20:54] <~Anshu> As the greenfire fury of Brazen's assault fades, the warstrider counterattacks with incredible ferocity, curling its great hands into fists, trying to batter Brazen into submission where sharp claws failed to pierce him.
[21:21] <Brazen_Sand> Brazen pushed the claws aside, once...twice...then found himself being forced to step back even as the fists kept barrelling towards him with enough strength to tear the glass towers of Chiarascuro down in one mighty swing.
[21:23] <Brazen_Sand> He was forced to employ his greatest defense against these attacks, banking his essence until the flame devoured the force of every fist, leaving him feeling exhausted...
[21:23] <Brazen_Sand> ...for a moment.
[21:24] <Brazen_Sand> The fists smashed into his face, but they simply met a fire that took their force into itself and discarded it.
[21:26] <Brazen_Sand> Brazen still spoke though. No force in existence could stop him from saying what he wanted, when he wanted, such was the power within him.
[21:32] <Brazen_Sand> "YOU MUST BE PRETTY COCKY COMING HERE, KID. AFTER I SCOLDED YOU INTO LEAVING WITH MY WORDS, NOW YOU COME HERE, JUST TO EMBARASS YOURSELF?"
[21:34] <~Anshu> "YOU'RE NOT IN YOUR CITY NOW!" comes the screamed response.
[21:35] <Brazen_Sand> "WHAT DOES IT MATTER? YOU THINK YOU CAN HARM THESE INNOCENTS WHILE I'M AROUND? I'LL FIGHT YOU JUST AS HARD NO MATTER WHO I'M DEFENDING!!" He roared back, grabbing a clawed fist.
[21:37] <Brazen_Sand> While Brazen grabbed the Hellstrider's fist in one hand, he swept it's legs with the Wyrm's Tongue, cutting across it's calves, sweeping it off it's feet.
[21:57] <~Anshu> The warstrider takes a quick, efficent step backwards, the Wyrm's Tongue missing its legs by mere inches.
[22:00] <Brazen_Sand> A miniature green solar flare snapped and thrust at the Hellstrider's chest, like a miniature fist of Ligier.
[22:15] <~Anshu> The beast screams again as Brazen's aura sears it; the pilot whimpers, "No mom... don't die... don't die... I WON'T LET HIM KILL YOU!" White light wraps itself around Brazen once more, trying to push him away where his flames can no longer burn the hellstrider's flesh.
[22:18] <Brazen_Sand> "I DON'T KNOW WHO TOLD YOU WHERE BABIES COME FROM, KID, BUT YOU CLEARLY SHOULDN'T BE PILOTING THAT THING. IT'S GONNA BE CHEAP TINDER IN A SECOND!"
[22:27] <Brazen_Sand> Brazen flipped his spear around in a circle, looping the white energy around it's blade, then snapped it into tatters with a single powerful tug.
[22:29] <Brazen_Sand> Then drove the point of his spear into the thing's eye with a downward thrust so powerful that a roaring tidal wave smashed outward from around the radius of their fight, large enough to utterly drench the beach. Luckily the beaches had been deserted when the Hellstrider had appeared.
[22:30] <Brazen_Sand> With a great and gory *TWIST*, a green corona blasted from around the spear's blade and cauterized the putrid-smelling meat inside
[22:31] <Brazen_Sand> As it got burnt inside, the flames of Brazen's power continued to boil it's outer shell like a lobster trapped in a boiling pot
[22:42] <~Anshu> ... at least, that would have happened, had not a solid ripple of light in the air barred the path of Brazen's spear and redirected the blast of toxic green light.
[22:46] <Brazen_Sand> The air rippled and slapped his attacks back, forcing him back a step again, but he was hardly unbowed. "YOU KNOW YOU CAN'T KEEP THIS UP. I'VE BARELY GOTTEN STARTED, BUT YOU...OH...YOU BlEW YOUR WAD WAY TOO EARLY, AND YOUR MOM AIN'T GONNA HELP YOU."
[22:53] <Brazen_Sand> "GET ON YOUR KNEES AND KNEEL BEFORE THE KING, YOU OVERCONFIDENT WHELP!"
[22:55] <~Anshu> The hellstrider's eyes flash, and white fire lances out from them toward Brazen Sand.
[23:05] <Brazen_Sand> Brazen showed his contempt for his opponent by simply standing in front of the beam and allowing it to hit him
[23:05] <Brazen_Sand> Laughing as it struck him full on the chest and vaporized the steam that had gathered around him from his fiery aura.
[23:07] <Brazen_Sand> Then he waved the boiling hot steam out of his way like he was sweeping off a robe with an imperious gesture, to reveal himself to be barely scratched at all.
[23:08] <Brazen_Sand> "YOU SEE? EVEN AT YOUR BEST, AND MY WORST, YOU CAN'T EVEN HURT ME. UNFORTUNATELY, I'VE RUN OUT OF PATIENCE WITH YOU THIS TIME. YOU AREN'T CRAWLING HOME THIS TIME. NOT EVER AGAIN."
[23:13] <Brazen_Sand> He sent a flaming dragon's knee straight into the Hellstrider's jaw, sending it stumbling backwards, then impaled the monster's body on his lance, leaving it stuck in the Chiarascuran surf.
[23:29] <~Anshu> The body hangs there for a moment, , and then dissolves into a thick orange liquid, and flows away on the tide.
[23:32] <~Anshu> ((Scratch the above))
[23:54] <~Anshu> Dodging the knee strike, and Brazen's green fire licking against the hard barrier in the air. Stepping back into the waves from whence he emerged, the Defiler leaves behind a solid wall of crystal. "You win again, Slayer, but a son of Ligier knows when to make an honorable retreat. I will be victorious someday," he says.
[23:54] <Brazen_Sand> "OH GOD DAMMIT!" Brazen yelled
[23:55] <Brazen_Sand> He slammed himself against the wall, shattering it into tiny useless shards that quickly dissolved into wisps of essence, but by then it was too late, and the Hellstrider was gone
[23:56] <Brazen_Sand> Deep under the waves
Session Close (#celestialdeliberative): Tue Nov 09 23:59:23 2010 -0700
