Magic Bracket - Match Four: Aegon VS. Solvictus

Once again the crowds roared with bloodlust as the fourth match of the magical bracket was set afoot. As Solvictus made his way through the corridors to the gate, these sounds grew louder and louder, rumbling like a stampede of bulls. The tournament was had continued to be as grand as it was intended to be. Solvictus came here for his own reasons and the forfeiture of his last opponent allowed him to continue on without any wear and tear on his body from combat.

Solvictus is a mage that came from a foreign land and had no idea what to expect since his opponent had not competed in his presence and no previous knowledge of him. The dark mage was still wondering what it would be like to be a gladiator in such a brutal sport, Darkness fueling this desire to prove himself among this new world. With every step he took, his mind was processing a different scenario with different magics in the arena.

The thoughts would keep flowing, slowing down as Solvictus laid eyes on the white and golden rays of light piercing through opening in his gate again. His mind shifted from the thousands of plots and plans in his head to the glorious arena that rested before him on the other side of the light. The sands glistened like small shards of glass from his view within the shadows while casting their rays upon the finely crafted stone architecture that stood as the arena's walls.

His ears took in the roar of the crowds, fueling him like methamphetamine. His mind lusted after the desires of the crowd, to see who is stronger and wiser mage. The closer he got to the light, the more his mind would focus on what was about to occur.

From the confines of the darkness within the gate, two glowing red orbs illuminated like a monster's eyes. As Solvictus intruded the light's original path to the sand, the demon red glowing orbs transferred into two Brick Red irises that were slitted like a predators, producing a slight glowing effect within the shadows of his helm. After moving two steps into the sunlight, the full 6'8" mage figure was completely free from the shadows within the gate.

The Sun beat down on what Solvictus was wearing when he first introduced his body to the sunbeams. The flare put off during his entrance would temporarily hide his appearance from the crowds and his competitor if they were already present. As the flare died down, what light that reflected off of Solvictus, changing all colors till all that remained was the natural white glare that normal armors and silks cast in sunlight.

The crowd would still be drawn to the red silk hood that adorned his head, it's bright coloring standing out among the his body from their viewing angle. Hidden within the majestic red hood was a magical iron helm that had a skeletal mask that was magically bonded to Solvictus's face. The helm itself has magical properties that could prevent the head from taking excessive damage from magical attacks.

His upper body was also adorned by an iron armor with the same magical properties as the helm. This armor was plated to match his muscular build and minimizing any hindrance in upper body movements. His upper torso would be more resistant to damage taken from magical attacks while wearing this upper body armor. This armor, like the helm, carried a smokey grey color and had unique craftsmanship in its design.

Attached to this armor is a set of red sleeves that hid the arms of Solvictus. These sleeves were crafted by cloths that weaved around them for decoration. These cloths are outlined with a golden silk to give them a nice design that matched Solvictus's full armor outside of the tournament.

Suspended around his lower torso is a pair of red pants and strands of cloths that form an ornamental skirt around the pants. These garments hid the legs and feet of Solvictus as he moved deeper into the arena. From the top of his hood, to the base of his feet, Solvictus was covered in cloths or armor.

Even after removing most of his armor, Solvictus still carried his monsterous appearance. The armors design was drenched in Darkness, and the magic that fueled the enchantments told the tale. The presence of the dark being within these fiendish garments would send a message to any competitor he faced in this tournament or in the world outside the stone walls of this coliseum.

In the clenches of his right hand, Solvictus held a scepter that also presented itself with two dual bladed axe heads on each end of it, making this scepter a lethal weapon in close range combat and magic. This axe scepter was one meter in length, forged from iron, and crafted in the dark style of his armor. The blades on the axes were were wide and designed to break armor while causing severe physical damage under the correct circumstances. Solvictus was not trained well for close range combat with this weapon but he was still capable of fighting with it. Solvictus used this weapon primarily for the magical capabilities that it possessed and when close range combat occurred, Solvictus could still cause critical damage.

When Solvictus reached a twenty meter distance from his gate, he stopped. His mask eyes stared ahead, looking for his opponent. Solvictus had filled his desire of crowd gazing in the first round and now he was more focused on the fight than the glory. Still, he didn't mind the roars for violence that the crowd filled the air with. He was an unknown to these people, but they continued to cheer, just not as many this round as there was in the first round. To be at the epicenter of this attention bestowed upon him one of the mightiest of feelings, even if the attention was against him. The cheers for blood were like throwing gasoline on a fire to Solvictus, pushing him to give them something to satiate their hunger for combat.

 

Beneath the skirt of cloths, a motion occurred that placed his feet shoulder length apart. His chest would slightly puff out as he lowered his head. With his head lowered, the hood cast a shadow over the eyes of the skull mask revealing the same red glow that had in the shadows of the gate. To finish off the stance preparation, Solvictus lowered the top ax blade of his scepter to point at the ground in front of him and the bottom blade raising to point behind himself, pointed slightly above the gate he hailed from.

When his opponent arrived, Solvictus would raise his left hand into the air towards his opponent, "Hail wah Faal Vuloh", greeting him as he would any from his home land. When he finished his words, he lowered his left arm slowly. He hand and arm would rotate while balling a fist at the same time. Once the forearm was face up and his fist tightly balled, his Writers palm would face his side, resting three inches off of his ribcage. With the movement of his arm, red cloths that formed gloves were revealed.

As the red orbs on his sceptre made their illuminating presence, the mind of Solvictus became focused on one thought; defeat his opponent. The roar of the crowd turned into a soft hum within his eardrums that was very soothing and the light slowed down as if time itself slowed down in dark mind of Solvictus. Beads of sweat formed beneath the garments of Solvictus and rolled across his skin cooling him until while the excess would be soaked into his cloths to act like a wet cloth to keep him cool. With every gust of air Solvictus would get a sensational feeling that would cool him while creating a rejuvinating feeling. Solvictus had arrived and awaited his opponent so that the round could be started; Solvictus was itching to fight after the happenings in the first round that put him into the next round.

The moment the gong rang Aegon's bracelet came to life, a massive shield forming out of the air itself tall and slender like Aaegon, seemingly made of a single piece of diamond. Already magic coursed and surged through Aegon and he could feel the kinds of magic in Solvictus. He recognized it and dark memories surfaced in his mind, broken and shattered thought they were, "I've no mercy for your kind."

Aegon held his position, summoning magic while uttering words from a language spoken by no one alive, "Kui arvate, et teie relva saab õgima maailmas, nii et see on. Kui arvate, et teie armor ei saa kunagi murda, et siis ei ole. Ma tugineda peale maailma minu tahe on tugevam!" Magic began to flow through Aegon in viscous throughs. His skin began to glow and his cloak seemed to become a billowing ethereal shadow of black.

He could in fact sense the magic at work, his well trained eyes and senses observed the magic at work.

(c1)

(translation: If you believe your weapon can devour the world, so it will. If you believe your armor can never break, so it won't. My will is strong and I invoke it onto the world. )

Aegon observed, keeping his shield between himself and his opponent, gathering as much magic as he can.

(c2)

Aegon reached out with his hand like grabbing something. He twisted his hand until his palm faced the sky. The moved his hand up into the air and Aegon finally started his magic's true usage. Suddenly four blue green ice crystals began to grow up around Solvictus. They grew so fast that air and sand were trapped within and when looking closely you could find the sand and air bubbles through the entire ice structure. The substance was so cold that the humidity in the air turned to snow around the crystals.

Aegon would show no fear against his opponent. Why would he? He was busy enough without the added distraction of fear; he was doing two things at once, focusing on his foe's magic and watching it grow with strength, and using his own magic.

With the towers of ice completed Aegon would start to summon his magic as soon as he could. (next post)

(Charges: had 2, used 2)

Aegon began charging fire magic. The air bubbles in the blue-green ice beginning to glow orange with energy he was charging into them. Any of the crystals that broke off would retain their fire charge even if they were sucked into his darkness.

Aegon had watched and red the magic being cast by his opponent, and if he was a less experienced mage he would be truly frightened. He was not. Almost in sync, Aegon's crystals detonated his fire magic.

As Aegon released the fire magic he had built up and the ice began to shatter under the effects of Solvictus' spell; the thousands of tiny fireballs in the ice erupted. They melted the already aerated ice and ignited it violently. The ice was not that of water but methane. The sand frozen inside would act as tiny shrapnel.

Sadly for Solvictus his spells wonderful aesthetics lost its power as it flew toward Aegon. Absorbing the magics Aegon worked on weakened Solvictus' power and he didn't even realize it. Aegon simply side stepped the attack. An easy dodge. He was already charging his magic, a plan forming as magic filled his form.

(4-3=1, your spell was one charge based on the math)

As Aegon continued to build upon his well of magic he noticed that there was no sound of impact form the darkness. He could tell the spell was weakened but it seems it was not gone. Rather than build even more magic Aegon used his one magic charge, he reached down and placed his to the sand. He sent the magic into it. A trap, simply set to be activated upon receiving damage. While not a powerful spell sometimes the smallest efforts go the longest.