WAOA Arena

[Random berk]

James shifted his weight to the left, tilting his head in the same direction just as an icicle passed through the space where his right eye would have been if he had not moved aside. Scowling briefly at Diana he glanced back up at the scaffolding.

"For fuck's sake, not cool lizard man." He muttered.

 

[Kirke]

The Meta silently stood around five meters behind Drom, cloaked. He had no benfit of fighting however, and would meerly observe how the others fought.

 

[Drakmorg]

Ozma quickly shielded her face as she attempted to stand her ground against Diana's attack. Her own icicle's did minimal damage to her, shattering uselessly against her armor. The burst of air however had managed to knock her off her feet, though she managed to quickly scramble back up. Charging towards Diana, Ozma lashed at her weapon with her whip, intending to entangle it and tear it from Diana's grasp, or at the very least smack it out of her hands from the force of the blow.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

Diana's staff was wrenched out of her hands. Diana, however, smiled. She took a crystal, holding it tight in her right hand, and both her arms became wreathed in flames. She charged forward, swinging.

 

[Drakmorg]

Since Ozma was still carrying a sword, and thus had a longer reach, she stabbed forward at Diana as she charged forward, aiming to intercept her and impale her on the blade before she got within punching distance.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

Diana tried to turn so her side was facing Ozma, making her a smaller target, but the sword embedded itself in one shoulder. Still, Diana was in arm's reach. She reached with her flaming free hand and grabbed at Ozma's face.

 

[Random berk]

As Ozma and Diana locked together and Diana began to use her desperate flaming hand to the face move on Ozma to try and repel her, the rope unfurled overhead. Dromaeus came zipping down holding onto the handgrip of his crude rappel device. About 15 feet up he let go and hurtled down at Ozma, dagger at the ready for an aerial assassination while the knight was held in place by Diana.

 

[Drakmorg]

As Diana grabbed Ozma's face, forcing herself further down on Ozma's blade while doing so, Ozma screamed in pain. As she screamed, eight tendrils made of water sprouted out from her back, swatting Dromaeus away like a jet from a powerful hose as their emergence coincided with his strike. Two of the tendrils formed into a thicker one, then made to thrash into Diana and knock her away, freezing solid before the moment of impact to increase the force that would be delivered.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

Diana was forced back by the icy bludgeon, Ozma's sword cuttig a bit more as she was torn off it. She tumbled away, then stood, dripping wet and holding her wound, but examing Ozma's face to see how much damage she had done.

 

[Random berk]

Dromaeus gasped as the air was driven out of him by the water and he struck the ground hard for the third time in the fight. Grabbing his bow from where it had fallen earlier, he quickly nocked an arrow, wincing at the pain his bruises casued him and staggering to his feet, he fired it at Diana. At this point he was dizzy from being knocked about and simply wanted to take either one of them down by any means necessary, so as to emerge from the skirmish with a kill.

James yawned as the fight went on, and although Dromaeus had finally reappeared, he no longer felt in the mood to fight.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

Diana saw the arrow coming at the last second and tried to dodge. Unfortunatley, the arrow went straight into the wound made by Ozma's sword. Diana scremed in pain.

 

[Slenn]

EMily and Gwen rose from their quarters. The screens in their rooms had provided them with some updates on the fight that was currently happening. But that only prompted them to go off and see the real deal!

<color=blue>"C'mon Gwen! Let's see the lizard man!" She grabbed her sister's wrist and darted away as she followed the signs to the stands in the arena.

Once there, they felt like the stands were already crowded enough. So they felt like standing to watch.

 

[Drakmorg]

Once Diana was thrown away, Ozma dropped her whip and clutched her face with her right hand. [small]"M-My face...[/small]You insignificant worm! I shall crush you with the true might of Loslorien for that!" The tendrils of water remained clinging to her back, undulating back and forth while Ozma had nothing to immediately do with them. Seeing Diana in exasperated pain from Dromaeus' attack, she charged forward towards her. Upon getting close, she swung four of her tendrils down on Diana, freezing them at the last minute as she had done previously, aiming to crush her against the metal floor of the arena.
Throughout the entire time she was using her now free hand to cover up as much of her face as possible without obscuring her vision. Though it was obvious from the areas that weren't covered that she had suffered severe burns.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

Diana was pinned under the ice, real fear in her eyes as she felt the pressure. Putting the pain aside for a moment, she hastily pushed out both her hands, forming a wall of wind, trying desperatly to push Ozma off.

 

[Random berk]

OOC: Sorry to disappoint you @Slenn (or your characters) but I'm getting pretty tired.


Dromaeus grinned savagely as Diana cried out in pain from the arrow striking her wounded shoulder, and nocked another arrow. This one he aimed at Ozma's back as she moved in on Diana.

James was still watching from a distance, his part in the fight forgotten. As Gwen and EMily appeared in the stands he waved to them, his eye caught by the light colours of their dresses in the darkness of the surroundings. Turning back to the fight he caught sight of Dromaeus preparing to shoot Ozma in the back. He scowled deeply before flicking his cigarette away.

I've seen about enough of this backstabbing bullshit for one fight." He muttered, before striding purposefully towards Dromaeus and the women.

"Hey! Lizard guy! You forget about something?" He shouted. Dromaeus was startled and loosened the tension on his bow before turning to face James. The pistol in James's hand issued three loud, flat reports. Dust was thrown out from the back of Dromaeus's fur armour, and he jerked and stumbled backwards before falling heavily to the ground. James shook his head ruefully.

"Next time you want to talk about dignified warriors, real fights, and skeever pups or whatever, try actually fighting fair yourself first." He barked at the fallen Argonian, who twitched feebly in a slowly spreading pool of blood. James glanced at the two who were still fighting.

"I'm done here." He said, not caring who was winning. "I'll let you ladies get on with it."

 

[DotSlash]

Carmen had been watching for a while now in the lounge, showing slight interest in the fight, but a little more in Ozma's whip and some of the magic on display. [color=bb0066] Hmmm... Maybe I should make a few modifications to mine? [/color] She raised an eyebrow at the tendrils growing from the knight's back. [color=bb0066] Interesting... [/color]

 

[Slenn]

OOC: @Random. It's okay. I figured you'd be pretty bushed.

The two sisters waved back to James. They figured they probably got a little too late.
<color=purple>"Damn, that lizard guy lost again." She put her hand to her cheek and sighed.

<color=blue>"I just hope both of them get a good night rest. James doesn't look too happy at all."

<color=purple>"I hope all of them get a good night rest."

 

[Drakmorg]

Ozma didn't reply to James or even seem to acknowledge he was even there anymore. She started to cackle to herself as she picked up on Diana's fear. Though her four individual tendrils were pushed back by Diana's windwall, she merged all eight together to form a massive tendril, which she attempted to use to force through Diana's retaliation and wrap around her like a python, which would freeze if it managed to entangle her to keep her that way.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

OoC: @Drak I'm sorry, but it's really late and I'm not feeling so good, so I'm gonna have to cut it off here. You win the fight, godmod and end it however you like. Night.

 

[Drakmorg]

@Gear: M'kay.

Ozma succeeded in ensnaring Diana and rendering her helpless. Pulling her closer with her icy tendrils, she looked the woman in the eyes as she began to cackle louder and louder. Pulling her away slightly, she rested the tip of her sword on the bridge of Diana's nose for a moment, getting a glimpse of the look of fear on the other woman's face before driving her blade forward, stabbing through Diana's skull. Once the body had gone limp, Ozma's tendril tossed it aside, causing it to land half-way across the arena.

With Dromaeus dead and James having forfeited, the announcer declared, "The Winner, Ozma Moh Glacius!"

Ozma continued to cackle until the medics arrived and healed the burn wounds on her face, restoring it to pristine condition, at which point she quickly regained her composure. The tendrils of water attached to her back then suddenly lost composition and fell to the ground, leaving a big puddle. Ozma then left the arena with a graceful stride. I would have hoped to have killed the reptile as well, but this is acceptable for now. She thought, wearing a satisfied look on her face.