open Bangcolt Arena! (Fighting/Sol) -RP-

[Jack Baker 698]

"Yep," said Raze. "And I've got the mercenary gig going on for me as well, so..." He sighed. "Not to burst your bubble of optimism, but when it comes to the Princesses... you ain't gonna win. They have too many tricks up their sleeve, and their power is... well, overpowered, of course. Like One Punch Pony overpowered... it's kind of sad, really. You go in there just to get your ass kicked by them, like... why even?" He looked up. "Makes me question what they're even doing here in the first place."

[Dust and Memories 557]

Anette gave the briefest of glances over at Wilhelm as he coughed, her eyebrows crinkling in thought. She was sure she had caught something just on the fringes of his expression, but... She decided to leave it alone, for now. Instead, she flashed the same picture perfect patient smile, that had become a part of her so long ago, it felt natural to have. "Pesto penne. Sounds fancy..." Her hoof retreated just the slightest bit, as she looked away apprehensively. The question that had been on her mind for a while now, though she hadn't had the chance to. "Wilhelm..." He stare increased, focusing intetly on a specific white patch on the tablecloth, and boring a hole into it. "What happened to you?"

Wilhelm frowned. "...What do you mean?" He racked his mind for some clue as to what Anette could mean. Was she speaking of some social ineptitude committed today? Of some issue before, perhaps when he had neglected the outside world? Or was Anette speaking of some deeper trauma; the pits of Tartarus, the deserts of Araby, the monsters of Dead Mare's cross?

 

Wilhelm looked more closely at Anette. She seemed to be... annoyed? Something along those lines? Wilhelm was... not very good at knowing what the opposite gender was thinking. Either way, he wasn't sure why the tablecloth hadn't already erupted in a bonfire from the force of her gaze by now. He took a deep breath and repeated his question. "What do you mean?"

Edited June 16, 2016 by Orion Caelum

[That One Techpriest You Used To Know 2,286]

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"Perhaps I maaaaaay have understated that thing about the princesses. Yes, I know how powerful they are. I had the... pleasure of getting trashed by them as teenagers hunting for the elements. How the hell do you think that makes me feel?" Agririon drained his glass and shook his head. "Well, if I win, I win, and if I have to call in some of my friends to help me win, then so be it. Eventually, I'll give up for a while and get back to staring over their shoulder in court. But, you know, it's mainly the fact that this is the first opportunity I've had in a while to, you know, be able to exercise this part of the binding without violating the whole 'you can't kill them yourself either, dimwit' part of the spell. A happy medium that allows me to try my luck without being forcibly restrained and being given a 'naughty, naughty!' lecture."

 

He shrugged. "Besides, I've got a long way to go before I get to the princesses. There's a lot of people in this place, after all, and not all of them have the cleanest records. So here I am, acting as a supernatural hitman with non-lethal results. For example- that loose cannon who I'll probably start fighting any time now was responsible for burning down a whole village on her superior's orders. Neither the innocent victims nor the poor guys working the area at the time particularly care for her, but she's got years and years left before they come to collect on her. So let's do them a favor and punch this mare out, gain a little bit of favor, and, over a bit of time, pick up some new equipment, a new skill or two- and it all spirals from there until, oh look, I can actually take on Cadence in a real fight. Then, after a bit longer, Twilight. Then... well, you get the idea. To quote one of your wise people, "It's the journey, not the destination." It'll take a while, to be sure."

 

"But... in the meantime, I could also beat you up, and send your ass crying back to Equestria on another one of those 'journey of discovery' kicks. See, being here has benefits."

[Jack Baker 698]

 

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"Ehhhh?" Raze exclaimed, looking at Agririon with a mocking grin. "Them's fightin' words, Cannonback... what, you think I take those trips just so I can admire the fresh air and frolick in the fields like a happy-go-lucky dunderhead? You're gonna have one hell of a rude awakening if that's how you see it. When I'm done beating YOU I'll be sure to send your skull to the Princesses in a nicely wrapped pink bow. I'm sure they'd like that."

Edited June 17, 2016 by The Sad Manikin Mask

[Unicorncob 5,687]

  (I think this is where we left off o3o)

 

"If you really are a child..." Feather Weave began as he drew his wooden sword, the tip still broken. "Don't make me hurt you."

 

"And what do you mean by that?" Patch tried to ask, but he never got an answer before Tricis shouted for the fight to begin.

 

Patch leapt forward as soon as he was told to begin, forcing Feather on the defensive. Every time Feather made a swing with his sword, Patch would block with his front legs, showing no sign of pain, before countering with a kick from his hind legs, striking feather several times in the lower chest.

 

Feather backed off and created some distance where he readied his sword for another attack. The blade began to glow the same color as his aura, showing their synergy. Now familiar with Patch's fighting style, he was able to counter and dodge properly, swinging his wooden blade so fast that those observing the fight could only see brown and blue streaks where the blade was swinging.

 

"It's rare to see someone as young as him able to infuse his essence with his blade like that." Tricis said in an offhoof comment as she lit another cigarette. "Must not get out much." She added as she extinguished her match.

 

"Reveal yourself!" Feather screamed as he took advantage of an opening in the colt's defenses, striking him in the back of the head with the blunt end of his blade and sending the colt crashing to the floor.

 

Jade watched on, silently and intently. This was definitely going to be a good match, especially since Patch was proving himself to be a talented fighter at his age.

 

It reminded her of training with Master Xiang at that age... and she began wondering just where that salty old kirin had gotten to these days.

 

Though, what was Feather talking about. 'Reveal yourself'? Did he suspect that Patch was...?

[Literally Snails 2,307]

@@Unicorncob, 

 

Patch slowly stood back up as Feather readied his blade in a defensive stance.

 

"The boy's tough. That should have broken his neck." Tricis added. Her cigarette was now leaving a thin stack of smoke in front of her snout, completely ignored by her weathered eyes still watching the battle.

 

"This blade has been blessed, carved from the oldest tree in the Everfree and anointed in a sacred stream. The perfect weapon for striking down evil!" Feather proclaimed with zeal as Patch recovered to a fighting stance.

 

"I don't know what you are talking about!" Patch insisted, visible frustration in his eyes.

 

Feather was prepared to proclaim his evidence of how he knew Patch had to be the demon he was looking for, mainly the way that Patch had killed his first opponent, the assassin, without Feather sensing anything; but when he opened his mouth to talk, Tricis threw her cigarette at him with it bouncing off of his mane.

 

"Fight!" She ordered grumpily as she reached into her robe to pull out another cigarette.

 

Patch got back on Feather quickly with another assault, but the warrior had long sense memorized the colt's predictable attack pattern. He dodged the earth pony's kicks gracefully before delivering a quick strike to the colt's chest, sending him flying back. Feather spread his wings and flew up to the colt as he was careening through the air, his sword poised for another attack.

 

"I've had enough of this charade!" Feather screamed before he unleashed a flurry of attacks upon the colt while he was defenseless in the air, the sword swinging so fast that it created sparks and a faint scent of smoke. The blade struck the colt all over his body, hitting every bone and joint at least once before the final strike hit the colt across the skull, sending him careening into a dead tree where he smacked the hardened bark and dropped to the ground. Feather landed across from him with his sword readied again, waiting for Patch to get back up.

 

A few seconds passed with Feather tensing up before Tricis broke the silence with her weathered voice. "The winner, by knock out, is Feather Weave!" She proclaimed, hinting that she somehow knew Patch had survived the attack.
 

"That's impossible!" Feather exclaimed. "He's not a normal colt! He hasn't been defeated yet!"

 

"Maybe, if you win this tournament, I can teach you the difference between a demon and a child!" Tricis snapped back.

 

"He killed the assassin without me even sensing what was happening in that fight!"

 

"And who exactly told you that the assassin was killed? Because I can tell you right now that the assassin survived that fight." Tricis stated. The words sent shock into Feather Weave as he turned his attention to the only remaining suspect.

 

Cumulus stepped forward from beside Jade, he seemed to still be acting normal. "Does this mean I get to fight Jade now, Master Tricis?" he asked.

[Unicorncob 5,687]

Patch slowly stood back up as Feather readied his blade in a defensive stance.

 

"The boy's tough. That should have broken his neck." Tricis added. Her cigarette was now leaving a thin stack of smoke in front of her snout, completely ignored by her weathered eyes still watching the battle.

 

"This blade has been blessed, carved from the oldest tree in the Everfree and anointed in a sacred stream. The perfect weapon for striking down evil!" Feather proclaimed with zeal as Patch recovered to a fighting stance.

 

"I don't know what you are talking about!" Patch insisted, visible frustration in his eyes.

 

Feather was prepared to proclaim his evidence of how he knew Patch had to be the demon he was looking for, mainly the way that Patch had killed his first opponent, the assassin, without Feather sensing anything; but when he opened his mouth to talk, Tricis threw her cigarette at him with it bouncing off of his mane.

 

"Fight!" She ordered grumpily as she reached into her robe to pull out another cigarette.

 

Patch got back on Feather quickly with another assault, but the warrior had long sense memorized the colt's predictable attack pattern. He dodged the earth pony's kicks gracefully before delivering a quick strike to the colt's chest, sending him flying back. Feather spread his wings and flew up to the colt as he was careening through the air, his sword poised for another attack.

 

"I've had enough of this charade!" Feather screamed before he unleashed a flurry of attacks upon the colt while he was defenseless in the air, the sword swinging so fast that it created sparks and a faint scent of smoke. The blade struck the colt all over his body, hitting every bone and joint at least once before the final strike hit the colt across the skull, sending him careening into a dead tree where he smacked the hardened bark and dropped to the ground. Feather landed across from him with his sword readied again, waiting for Patch to get back up.

 

A few seconds passed with Feather tensing up before Tricis broke the silence with her weathered voice. "The winner, by knock out, is Feather Weave!" She proclaimed, hinting that she somehow knew Patch had survived the attack.

 

"That's impossible!" Feather exclaimed. "He's not a normal colt! He hasn't been defeated yet!"

 

"Maybe, if you win this tournament, I can teach you the difference between a demon and a child!" Tricis snapped back.

 

"He killed the assassin without me even sensing what was happening in that fight!"

 

"And who exactly told you that the assassin was killed? Because I can tell you right now that the assassin survived that fight." Tricis stated. The words sent shock into Feather Weave as he turned his attention to the only remaining suspect.

 

Cumulus stepped forward from beside Jade, he seemed to still be acting normal. "Does this mean I get to fight Jade now, Master Tricis?" he asked.

 

Jade winced as Patch slammed hard into the dead tree, and fell limp on the ground. Demon or not, that looked really painful. Part of her hoped the little colt was okay...

 

Though, she had to commend her friend on a victory well earned. "That was a good match, Feather!" She smiled.

 

The fact the assassin was alive seemed to clear Patch of suspicion that he might be the demon. Part of her was thankful - she'd feel awful to think if that poor colt had been possessed or something.

 

Cumulus's question, though, grabbed her attention. He seemed rather excited to fight her...

[Literally Snails 2,307]

@@Unicorncob, (my last post of the night.)

 

 Feather hoisted the unconscious colt over his shoulders very carefully before walking the two of them back to the sidelines. Never once did he take his eyes off of Cumulus.

 

The bodyguard stepped forward more, entering the area where Feather and Patch had just fought as if he was all to eager to fight. His visible aura surged around him brighter than before. He reached into the sleeve of his singular shoulder pad into a hidden pocket and pulled out what appeared to be an emerald green marble and eyed it in the sun while he waited. Jade's new senses told her something was horribly wrong with that marble. It felt like some kind of singularity that was sucking all of the vibrant energy from the world around it, a black hole that seemed to have no visible indication of it's evil nature.

[Unicorncob 5,687]

Feather hoisted the unconscious colt over his shoulders very carefully before walking the two of them back to the sidelines. Never once did he take his eyes off of Cumulus.

 

The bodyguard stepped forward more, entering the area where Feather and Patch had just fought as if he was all to eager to fight. His visible aura surged around him brighter than before. He reached into the sleeve of his singular shoulder pad into a hidden pocket and pulled out what appeared to be an emerald green marble and eyed it in the sun while he waited. Jade's new senses told her something was horribly wrong with that marble. It felt like some kind of singularity that was sucking all of the vibrant energy from the world around it, a black hole that seemed to have no visible indication of it's evil nature.

 

 

Jade kept her eyes on Cumulus as she entered the combat area. Something about that marble of his... just did not sit right with her. It was like that small rock was sucking the life force out of anything that came near it... like a black hole of evil.

 

She shook her head - she couldn't get distracted. She raised herself onto her hind hooves and spread her wings out, her forelegs flexed into a martial stance as she stared Cumulus down.

[Literally Snails 2,307]

Jade kept her eyes on Cumulus as she entered the combat area. Something about that marble of his... just did not sit right with her. It was like that small rock was sucking the life force out of anything that came near it... like a black hole of evil.

 

She shook her head - she couldn't get distracted. She raised herself onto her hind hooves and spread her wings out, her forelegs flexed into a martial stance as she stared Cumulus down.

Cumulus put the marble-like sphere back in its compartment as if he had taken it out just to confirm that it was there.

 

"You can sense it too." Feather whispered as he passed Jade. "He'll be weaker in his pony form, but he'll only reveal himself if he can't beat you in his current state. Defeat the pony and he'll show what he really is."

 

Cumulus unsheathed a pointed dagger and spoke through gritted teeth as he held it in his mouth. "I hope this is more interesting than my last fight."

 

"Match seven: Cumulus versus dimwit. Begin!" Tricis announced impatiently.

[That One Techpriest You Used To Know 2,286]

@,

 

"Oh, I don't doubt that, but I'm certain that I can make more friends with your skull than you will with mine," Agririon retorted with a grin. "But who is to say... you haven't been frolicking? Even if in your frolicking you manage to beat aside a few pansies. Why, I bet there isn't even one person here who has given you a genuine challenge." He stood up and bowed. "Care to give me a... demonstration of superior judgement?"

[Jack Baker 698]

"Uh..." Raze said. "As much as I'd like to, aren't you kind of already in a fight? With that shotgun chick you were talking about, right? Do that first, then we'll talk... if she doesn't kick your ass first, that is." He laughed, then looked at the T.V. screen, showing the fight between Ivory and the pony she was talking about.

[Fractured 2,684]

"...Well." Ivory Star looked around, noticing that Libby had gone off for refreshments, and that Raze was going to prepare for her match. Not focusing on that right now, though, she instead closed her eyes, concentrating. Searching for something. "There's only one place to be right now... got it." Focusing on what she had come to learn only she could hear, she set off in a particular direction, heading towards the musical hall.

 

@crispy fries

"...Okay." The stallion had been fiddling with papers for the last two minutes, and only now turned to fire the mare an accomplished smile, as he placed the note in what appeared to be a magical shredder. In a flash and a puff of green smoke, it dissipated, only the barest hints of it still visible, rising off in a particular direction. "You're all set. Arrigorn should get the message very soon. In the meantime, you're free to either head to the inner section of the arena, or simply do as you please until your match is called.

 

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As the letter drifted through the air, similar to the most popular method of magical transport, dragon flame, it would actually split in two, moving in different directions. The first was the desk of the princesses quarters, the natural resting stop of all documentation within the city. The second would be a strange location: a bar, standing noncospicuously out on the limits of Bangcolt. It would coalesce into form in front of the stallion for which it was intended, resting casually on the bar in front of him. Carrying the message of exactly that which it was supposed to be; a declaration of challenge, from a mare named Redwood. A small map had been superimposed on the back, showing a detailed path to the arena, with additional instructions to show up, whenever he was ready.

 

@J.R., 

"Well, after one of us gets out of the hospital, anyways. I can't imagine that you're a pushover, being the champion and all." She gave a casual grin. "And i'm not exactly a slouch either, myself, and now that i'm here, I sorta want the champion title..." She paused, her brows dipping slightly in thought. "No... what it represents, I suppose." She turned back up to Ice Blizzard, suddenly all smiles again. "Either way, i'm giving as much as I have to."

 

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@Orion Caelum

Anette shook her head slightly, before she flashed Wilhelm an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ruin the mood. It's just I was concerned. Or maybe scared. When you left earlier, in order to go work on your project, I suppose... I just didn't know what had happened to you." She gave a sigh, and cracked into a slightly goofy grin, as the dolls took to silently watching the scene. Even Nightmare was unusually silent. "...Though I suppose all that matters is you're back now, and you're safe." She rolled into a genuine expression, shooting him the softest of looks over the table. "And i'm glad."

[crispy fries 432]

Redwood headed down to the arena to wait for Agririon, cracking her neck as she walked. It had been a couple months since she had last been in a real fight, but her skills were still sharp, and she had no intention of losing. Redwood knew it would be a challenge, but it was a challenge she was confident she could beat.

[J.R. 3,183]

@@Fractured,

Ice gave a nod. ​"Alrighty. Good luck to ya." ​He smirked, and started backing up to get some better combat distance. ​"Round 1..."  He jumped into the air... ​"Fight!" ​Without warning, he made a hammer out of ice while in midair, and came crashing down with it on the ground, making a chilling quake along the ground that was about a 3.0 on the Richter.

[Literally Snails 2,307]

@, @,

 

A white Pegasus with well kept blue hair began to draw attention to himself at the bar by speaking out suddenly in a loud, drunken slur. "I called for youta fill this up a five of minutes ago. What qukinda operashunur you runnin?" He asked as he tilted his empty glass. The words came out in a clumsy slur and it was apparent that he had been there for quite a while.

 

The Pegasus looked like the kind of pony who wasn't accustom to heavy drinking. He looked more like the kind of high life pretty boy who wouldn't even think of entering a seedy bar full of rough and tough fighters. He had a sword strapped to his back in an engraved leather sheath, but aside from that, the only thing that stood out about him was that one of his teeth on the top right side of his mouth seemed to be filed to a sharp point like a fang.

[Vae Victis 742]

@@Unicorncob

 

 

 

Satisfied with Tyra's answer, Galtos nodded in prideful approval. The pale Saduarian deity lifted his left hand towards her head, and placed his palm directly upon her feathered helm. As performed the act, Tyra would notice that her body was becoming translucent, as her avatar within the unconscious realm was being forced out. Within a calm whisper, Galtos would assure her that no foul play was being incorporated. " When this is done, Shatterhoof... You will find yourself devoid of any injury, and you'll see that Lorec and his daughter are in good health as well. Now remember what I said. Because if you show reverence for battle and continue to prove your worth.... Then I will come to have my fill. "

 

A challenge issued. Had that really been what the Stormbringer was offering Tyra? sure, he had already made it clear that he was coming to Equestria, but the original reason was for Caliber only. But his parting words had indicated that there was a keen interest in her abilities as well. This would be his parting speech to the mare from Trotsteim, for soon, she would find herself opening her eyes as Galtos returned her to her rightful place within the waking realm.

And if she were to peer to the right, Tyra would still see Lorec in his hospital bed, fully recovered and sleeping peacefully. His daughter was resting her head upon his beastly frame, as the giant had his arm pressed against her as well, never wanting to let her go. Both were still within the dream world, and both wore a wide, jubilant smile within their rest. Clearly still enjoying the reunion of family and compatriots, the ever triumphant Tyra could witness the true prize of her battle from a mere eight feet away. 

Even if they were not kin by blood. They were as close as family now. 

Edited June 17, 2016 by Guts

[Fractured 2,684]

@J.R.

"Aie!" She shook with the quake; definitely hadn't expected that one. Nor was she going to stay on the ground for it. Horn glowing, she jumped upward, coming to a rest on what appeared to be nothing more than a patch of air, as the ice wave swept underneath her. She quickly conjured up her own technique in response; a wave of vibrational force, about the size of a small wall, sent heading towards Ice Blizzard's direction. It would hit with about the same force as well, as it churned up the ice below, moving towards him quickly.

[J.R. 3,183]

@@Fractured,

​"Alright..." ​Using the hammer, Ice wound up a baseball-like strike. After which, he would use the hammer to swing and throw it to knock the wall down. ​"Here we go." ​An ice blast would fly down towards Ivory, landing underneath her, creating a blue square. Ice would then raise his hoof up, causing a pillar to rise up, aiming to crash into her jaw.

[Unicorncob 5,687]

Cumulus put the marble-like sphere back in its compartment as if he had taken it out just to confirm that it was there.

 

"You can sense it too." Feather whispered as he passed Jade. "He'll be weaker in his pony form, but he'll only reveal himself if he can't beat you in his current state. Defeat the pony and he'll show what he really is."

 

Cumulus unsheathed a pointed dagger and spoke through gritted teeth as he held it in his mouth. "I hope this is more interesting than my last fight."

 

"Match seven: Cumulus versus dimwit. Begin!" Tricis announced impatiently.

 

Jade glanced up at Feather, not moving her head, and gave a small blink to confirm she understood. She just had to wear Cumulus down, and then they'd find out the truth.

 

Though, her focus was temporarily lost by Tricis's impatient announcement. "Dimwit?!"

 

 

Satisfied with Tyra's answer, Galtos nodded in prideful approval. The pale Saduarian deity lifted his left hand towards her head, and placed his palm directly upon her feathered helm. As performed the act, Tyra would notice that her body was becoming translucent, as her avatar within the unconscious realm was being forced out. Within a calm whisper, Galtos would assure her that no foul play was being incorporated. " When this is done, Shatterhoof... You will find yourself devoid of any injury, and you'll see that Lorec and his daughter are in good health as well. Now remember what I said. Because if you show reverence for battle and continue to prove your worth.... Then I will come to have my fill. "

 

A challenge issued. Had that really been what the Stormbringer was offering Tyra? sure, he had already made it clear that he was coming to Equestria, but the original reason was for Caliber only. But his parting words had indicated that there was a keen interest in her abilities as well. This would be his parting speech to the mare from Trotsteim, for soon, she would find herself opening her eyes as Galtos returned her to her rightful place within the waking realm.

 

And if she were to peer to the right, Tyra would still see Lorec in his hospital bed, fully recovered and sleeping peacefully. His daughter was resting her head upon his beastly frame, as the giant had his arm pressed against her as well, never wanting to let her go. Both were still within the dream world, and both wore a wide, jubilant smile within their rest. Clearly still enjoying the reunion of family and compatriots, the ever triumphant Tyra could witness the true prize of her battle from a mere eight feet away. 

 

Even if they were not kin by blood. They were as close as family now. 

 

Tyra's heart skipped a beat as she heard Galtos's parting words before she left the spirit realm.

 

He had challenged her to a match.

 

The first thing she felt upon awakening was adrenaline. Excitement. She wanted to get up and get back out there, into the arena and challenge another opponent to prove to the mighty god that she was worth his strength!

 

Though, upon looking to the right, she began to calm down as she realised where she was. She had been badly injured and was resting up with Lorec, but now she didn't feel an ounce of pain. Moving her hooves and body around in the bed were effortless.

 

She hopped off the bed and approached Lorec and his daughter. She smiled, knowing without a doubt that these two would be her allies for life. They had her full trust and respect, and felt almost like family.

 

She placed a hoof on the taurette's shoulder, as daintily as possible.

"I shall see you both out there soon, my friends." She whispered.

 

She trotted over to the wall, where her axe was leaning in its harness. She grabbed it and strapped it on, before bursting into an energetic gallop through the medical bay halls and out into the sunshine.

 

"I have returned, Bangcolt!" She declared to the sky, flexing her hoof. "Bring me my next opponent!"

[Star Saber 114]

@@Fractured,

 

“Maybe” Fuse stops drinking as he speaks and turns to face the Pegasus, before continuing he takes another long swig of his drink finishing it off before slamming the mug down on the counter.. He pulled the briefcase of his a bit closer, “Depends what you’re looking for. Suppose I pride myself on my craft; tend to deal with more practical explosives rather than the magical kind but doesn’t mean it’s out of my expertise.”

Edited June 17, 2016 by Star Saber

[Literally Snails 2,307]

@@Unicorncob, 

 

In her moment of lost focus, Cumulus had already lunged forward with his dagger and made a wind swing at Jade's neck. Certainly brutal, but not an un-pony way of fighting yet. His fighting style was direct and offensive, keeping with the royal guard training he claimed to have.

[Fractured 2,684]

As Ivory Star made it to the music hall, opened it up, and stepped inside, she could only stare. This place was massive, surprisingly even bigger than the music room that was situated in Canterlot. But moreso, coming from the stage, was the sound of violins, piercing into her in that way that she had time and time again in different places, under different conditions, but could never quite get used to. A melody so beautiful, it was hard to comprehend. But one that she was going to reproduce nevertheless. Making a short hop onto the empty stage, she stood in the darkness of the equally empty hall, preparing herself.

 

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@J.R.

On her platform, Ivory tilted her head downward, looking at the ice ball as it came underneath. Just as quickly jerking her head upwards and backstepping away as the pillar rose, missing he face by a distance of inches. She landed safely a few feet's distance over, on another patch of air, and began her counterattack. Breaking the ice pillar in front of her, not so much through a specific frequency as through raw force, she picked up as many of the shards as she could focus on with her magic, and sent them flying back towards Ice Blizzard in a miniature hailstorm.

 

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@Star Saber

"Oh, I sure hope not. I'll keep it very simple, darling." She practically purred the words out, as she flashed him a dangerous. "I just need a few self-contained flame charms, ready for an immediate use. Say... twenty of them. And I need them safe to work with." She finished, giving just the barest moment for an afterthought. "And don't worry about anything else. I'll take care of all of the excess details."

Edited June 18, 2016 by Fractured

[J.R. 3,183]

@@Fractured,

Ice created a crescent-shaped ice shield to block the shards. He had to admit--Ivory was putting up a decent and interesting duel. Way better than the last one he had, that's for sure.

 

Without warning, Ice made another construct: a tiger. ​"Right here!" The tiger made of ice leapt at Ivory, attempting to pin her down while Ice himself stood back to charge another attack.

[Unicorncob 5,687]

In her moment of lost focus, Cumulus had already lunged forward with his dagger and made a wind swing at Jade's neck. Certainly brutal, but not an un-pony way of fighting yet. His fighting style was direct and offensive, keeping with the royal guard training he claimed to have.

 

Jade had quickly regained focus from seeing Cumulus move in, and she quickly hopped back, somersaulting onto her front hooves while drawing her sword. Her katana blade clashed with the supposed royal guard's dagger in close combat.

 

She spotted a few strands of small green hairs fluttering away in the breeze. He must have made contact with her enough to cut the hairs off her neck!

 

I need to keep on my hooves. This pony seems to want to kill me!