Re: Mini-Grand 5106 [Round 1: Corola Cabana]
07-29-2011, 07:42 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Protoman.
Mattilus glanced up at the Sparkklechik running towards him. Analyzing her actions, he searched for any signs of equipment that should be taken into account, his eyes darting up and down her. He noted that she was charging at him without a weapon, a foolhardy maneuver. Furthermore, she seemed to still lack armor, as had the rest of her group when they had first encountered each other.
Mattilus dragged his fingers across the pages of his tome, searching the dots of ink till he found a suitable spell. His fingers began crackling and chilling at the mere touch of the word, a fine frost quickly forming on their tips. The Brenite mage pulled his fingers ahead of him, taking aim as best he could.
"Bang."
He let loose with the bolt of frost, tearing the wind around him.
Atasha tripped and fell as the ground in front of her chilled and turned to ice. Attempting to stand up on the slippery ground, the pop-star noticed that the frosty stuff had gotten her dress wet. She shrieked in horror, dissolving into the type of melodrama that can only be fixed by thirty minutes of singing, dancing, and self discovery, plus some commercial breaks.
"Oh my, how embarrassing!"
"Damn."
Mattilus scolded himself for having missed. That spell had taken a lot of energy. He probably couldn't magic-up much more than a couple of sparks from his fingers after that, and he wasn't at all confident about going into close-ranged battle with this opponent, as he'd yet to see her skills. The weighty book had screwed with his aim, and once again reminded him of how much his power had deteriorated since being the great Archmage of his nation, Zauliz.
Hearing the sparkklechik scream at the top of her lungs shook him back to reality. He retreated into a back alley, hoping to regain his energies soon, worrying about the consequences of running into another opponent in his semi-defenseless state. He probably wasn't much safer around here, but he knew that he would at least escape the sparkklechik's fury, as she was still preoccupied with screaming.
Finding refuge behind one of the few boxes not yet claimed by a homeless man, he resumed taking notes.
"First encounter with a member of Opponent C. Attempted a frost-style spell and missed. Took no damage. For future records, considered a victory, as i damaged some of her equipment, and seemed to send her into emotional distress. Only ability observed was a banshee shriek she seemed to let out after taking minor injury. Unclear if this was due to pain or property damage. Will search the bestiary index later to attempt to gather information."
He leaned back against the wall, already feeling his energies creeping back into his bones.
Mattilus glanced up at the Sparkklechik running towards him. Analyzing her actions, he searched for any signs of equipment that should be taken into account, his eyes darting up and down her. He noted that she was charging at him without a weapon, a foolhardy maneuver. Furthermore, she seemed to still lack armor, as had the rest of her group when they had first encountered each other.
Mattilus dragged his fingers across the pages of his tome, searching the dots of ink till he found a suitable spell. His fingers began crackling and chilling at the mere touch of the word, a fine frost quickly forming on their tips. The Brenite mage pulled his fingers ahead of him, taking aim as best he could.
"Bang."
He let loose with the bolt of frost, tearing the wind around him.
Atasha tripped and fell as the ground in front of her chilled and turned to ice. Attempting to stand up on the slippery ground, the pop-star noticed that the frosty stuff had gotten her dress wet. She shrieked in horror, dissolving into the type of melodrama that can only be fixed by thirty minutes of singing, dancing, and self discovery, plus some commercial breaks.
"Oh my, how embarrassing!"
"Damn."
Mattilus scolded himself for having missed. That spell had taken a lot of energy. He probably couldn't magic-up much more than a couple of sparks from his fingers after that, and he wasn't at all confident about going into close-ranged battle with this opponent, as he'd yet to see her skills. The weighty book had screwed with his aim, and once again reminded him of how much his power had deteriorated since being the great Archmage of his nation, Zauliz.
Hearing the sparkklechik scream at the top of her lungs shook him back to reality. He retreated into a back alley, hoping to regain his energies soon, worrying about the consequences of running into another opponent in his semi-defenseless state. He probably wasn't much safer around here, but he knew that he would at least escape the sparkklechik's fury, as she was still preoccupied with screaming.
Finding refuge behind one of the few boxes not yet claimed by a homeless man, he resumed taking notes.
"First encounter with a member of Opponent C. Attempted a frost-style spell and missed. Took no damage. For future records, considered a victory, as i damaged some of her equipment, and seemed to send her into emotional distress. Only ability observed was a banshee shriek she seemed to let out after taking minor injury. Unclear if this was due to pain or property damage. Will search the bestiary index later to attempt to gather information."
He leaned back against the wall, already feeling his energies creeping back into his bones.