Shadows in the night - Darkside DS Match - Ithillian vs Hoofie

[Ironeyes]

*adds a little more protection from Fire to his window*

[Arez Al'Loke]

What the duece is happening here!? I thought DS battles should be under Battleground?

 

Now I'm totally going to challenge Hat at the main board =DD!!!

 

Anyway! It seems like Ithi's winning.. That's what you get when you pick stats first ;)))))

[Ithillian Turambar]

This is an exception to the Rule Arez, because Hoofie is not a member of the BT ... Yet ... And wanted an OP Battle.

[Arez Al'Loke]

*Censored*

 

Ithi, isn't your turn to attack?

[RandA lThor]

Here hoofie hoofie

[Kudaran Dragon Blooded]

Kudaran was patrolling the walls when he saw quite a commotion going on at the Battlegrounds. He wove a quick gateway and peered through.

 

He saw a whole crowd of BTers behind Ithillian, who was facing a disheveled (and frustrated) looking man in black robes. He was about to return to the walls when he recognized him as a Dreadlord from the battle at Shayol ghul, and saw streaks of fire bombard Ithillian, narrowly missing her.

 

In a flash he was sitting next to the rest of crowd, eating popcorn and watching in fascination, wondering were Turin was.

[Blackhoof]

Hey ithi, I posted a proper scene... you can attsck now :)

[Ithillian Turambar]

Ithillian countered another fancy weave. These Dreadlords seemed to favour perceived style over subtance. He liked fire apparently, well she could douse those flames before they even started.

 

She Chanelled Water and Air again, intending to send another hurricane when a familiar voice stopped her in her tracks.

 

Ithillian, handle this intruder, and try not to get your dress dirty. The training battles use up enough of them.  Midnight Blue is not easy to obtain

 

She turned to see blue eyes blazing at her and lost her hold on Saidar completely. The Weave failed. The Dreadlord she was facing paled into insignificance compared to the trouble she was in with her M'Hael for sneaking off all by herself. With an effort she dragged her eyes away from him and tried to concentrate on the intruder once more. No doubt he had something else planned.

 

*Meep*

 

Attack: Hurricane

Damage: 0

 

Ithillian 100

Hoofie: 76

[Blackhoof]

Blackhoof spared a glance for the substantial crowd that had gathered, and then he noticed the M'hael himself, looking quite irritated. The M'hael called out to Ithillian, and her concentration was broken as she turned towards the sound of her lover's voice.

 

Time to strike, Blackhoof realised, and he channeled a ball of fire into existence between his outstreachrd arms. As if throwing a ball, he hurled the flaming projectile towards Ithillian just as she turned back to him. She blocked it, but Blackhoof was already throwing another one, and another after that. The Aes Sedai deflected every one, but the Arch-Arsonist could see that it drained her.

 

Blackhoof ceased his attack, and finally the witch looked a little worse for wear.

 

Attack: Fire

Damage: 14

 

Ithillian: 86

Blackhoof: 76

[Ithillian Turambar]

So much fire. It had always been her weakest element and with her Blue Rose she could not withstand it. Again and again the attacks came until they ceased. No doubt the sable-footed one wished to taunt her again.

 

She barely had the energy to reach and hold Saidar, but she managed just. A weave so familiar she didn't have to think about it. A tiny sparkling cloud appeared directly in front of where his heart should be and a bolt struck true. He barely stumbled. The rumours were true then. He was heartless.

 

Attack: Cloud Dancing

Damage: 3 - oh crap.

 

Ithillian - 86

Blackhoof - 73

 

 

 

[Blackhoof]

Blackhoof smiled in a crocodilian fashion. Ithillian glared at him. He could feel her hatred like the heat from one of his fires. She hated him with a passion. Her hatred made her strong, but it also made her sloppy. It must have been hard to attempt concealing all that anger. Simply added strain to the already rigorous task of channeling. Luckily for him, Blackhoof had no qualms about being angry, and letting the world know about it.

 

He was brought back to reality by a crackling sound, and he saw a small cloud forming in front of his chest. Blackhoof started and wove a shield of air yo protect his torso just as a tiny but intense lightning bolt shot out of the cloud, striking for his heart. Sparks flew as the bolt flashed away into nothingness. The Dreadlord stumbled slightly, but more from surprise than the force of it.

 

"Ha ha ha!" Blackhoof laughed, recovering, "Is that the best you have left?" Spreading his arms wide, he addressed the crowd, "Looks like your M'Hael's precious PET has run out of steam! Is this truly what the Black Tower produces these days? Pathetic!"

 

Sweeping his arms forward in a grandiose manner, the earth at his feet began cracking, flames rising up between the crevices. Within seconds, a wave of rocks shrouded in flames surged forwards. Ithillian strained to contain the roiling sea of earth and fire, but she succeeded, the rocks melting back into the ground and the fire quenched by her water.

 

Attack: EarthFire

Damage: 6

 

Ithillian: 80

Blackhoof: 73

[Ithillian Turambar]

She loathed this being who had intruded upon her pleasant existance here. She was barely holding it in check when he threw a taunt up at her beloved M'Hael and the crowd. Anger snapped to ice in a second and she channelled pure Water at him. The effect was like having a drink thrown over him. A public humiliation to show how insignificant he was.

 

Her eyes were cold as ice now and her pale face was held in it's Aes Seda mask. In all things she was his opposite and would not fail. Hopefully.

 

Attack: Water

Damage: 4

 

Ithillian: 80

Blackhoof: 69

 

 

[Blackhoof]

(Silly me forgot to attack in my last post lol)

[Blackhoof]

Blackhoof cried out I'm surprise as the air around him condensed into freezing water, drenching him from head to toe. A few murmurs of laughter spread through the crowd at his reaction and outraged expression. He had been expecting a proper attack, he fumed to himself, not WATER!

 

Fire burst into existence all around him, the heat not affecting him but instantly evaporating the icy water that had chilled him to the bone. NOW he was angry!

 

With a roar, Blackhoof wove fire into spirals around his arms, and threw the flames towards the water-witch. As soon as the twin corkscrews of fire left his arms, they began drilling through the air, spiraling and growing in size and intensity.

 

Ithillian raised an air shield, but the fire-drills barely slowed as they sliced through it.

 

Attack: Fire

Damage: 7

 

Ithillian: 73

Blackhoof: 69

[Netbattler11]

Come on ithi, don't let this Shayol Ghul upstart get you down!

[Ithillian Turambar]

The fire burned once more, she was not the only one feeling it and the other had no fear of fire. She could sense the dark, cold rage emanating from the figure seated in the chair under the pavillion. It gave her strength. The laughter and calls from the rest of the crowd lifted her spirits. She would not simply fade and allow this Dreadlord his victory. Even surrounded by half the BT, who knew what his ultimate plans were and a cornered animal is always more dangerous. She needed to win.

 

She reached inwards to reserves she never knew she had and drew strongly on Saidar. Air and Water again. The sky above the Battleground began to boil, clouds racing across the sky and the air became charged. She did not shield herself as the storm began to grow, the wind whipping her pale hair around her face and her eyes almost glowing. At its apex, she released its charge and fed it all into Blackhoof's path. A relentless flow of cutting freezing air and hail stones the size of boulders thudding in to his body over and over again.

 

Attack: Hurricane

Damage: 14

 

Ithillian: 73

Blackhoof: 55

[Blackhoof]

nice shot :0

 

Just as the twin drills of flame were about to obliterate Ithillian, clouds swirled and thunder boomed. A massive hurricane began building, and a wave of horizontal raindrops carried by a gust of freezing wind quenched the flaming drills. Hail the size of boulders began raining all around, some heading straight for Blackhoof. Channeling a shield of heat around him, Blackhoof was saved from the worst of it, but hail and biting wind kept coming. The relentless assault wore him down as wave after wave of hailstones melted and evaqporated agaisnt his shield, every moment he held it weakening him. Finally he had had enough.

 

Weaving Fire and Spirit with a great cry, Blackhoof sent his shield roiling outwards in a flaming shockwave. The fire turned the water and ice into steam, and the Spirit tore Ithillian's weave apart piece by piece. Panting in near-exhaustion, Blackhoof sent a half-hearted blast of fire in Ithillian's direction, which she easily blocked. He could not go on much longer, he realised.

 

Attack: Blossoms of Fire

Damage: 0

 

Ithillian: 73

Blackhoof: 55

[Arez Al'Loke]

FINALLY THINGS GET ROLLING!! And it's so intense!! I'm sweating!!! WHO WILL REACH THE FINISH LINE?!?!!

[Ithillian Turambar]

It was time to end this now. It must never be thought that anyone could simply enter the Black Tower and not pay the price. Hopefully her renewed feeling of energy would last long enough. Reaching high into the sky againn with delicate tendrils of Air, Water and Spirit - she begain to weave an intricate lattice work that covered the whole Battleground. Inert to begin with, but as she poured more and more power into it - it began to glow and crackle with the energies stored therein. If the strike failed, she hoped she would be able to hold the net long enough for those gathered to take him.

 

Now it was visible to the naked eye. She hoped that no other unfortunates would become victims of it. Now she was ready. Her eyes locked onto her opponent she summoned the power contained within the net. Flashes ran up the sides and gathered in the centre before striking down at the Shayol Ghul Dreadlord. Once, twice. She gritted her teeth and continued. A third and a fourth. She felt like all the energy she was holding would tear her apart, but more was required.

 

She remembered his words to the crowd and added white hot rage into the mix. Five more bolts ripped through the air in quick succession. Hopefully that was enough. She fell to her knees and held onto the web, just in case.

 

 

 

 

 

Attack: Cloud Dancing

Damage: 9

 

Ithillian: 73

Blackhoof: 46

 

[Turin Turambar]

Turin saw the attack strike home but then when Ithillian dropped to her knees and he felt her weakness through their bond he leapt from the pavilion and rushed to her side. Feeding her some of his own strength now that the battle was over. Helping her to her feet,

they looked at what remained of Blackhoof.

 

You! Dreadlord indeed. We shall return you to the Pit of Doom in a manner in which you must be accustomed where you can face the Great Lord's wrath.

 

VOTE BLACKHOOF

[Ithillian Turambar]

Ithillian barely had the strength to lift her head, but her M'Hael sustained her. She had strength enough for this.

 

VOTE BLACKHOOF

 

Hopefully others from the Black Tower would add their voices too. He could not hope to stand against them all

[dicetosser1]

Dice had recognized the look on Ithillians face and quickly ducked under cover missing out on getting cloud danced.

 

Now he came out and joined the shadows leaders and added his voice to theirs

 

VOTE BLACKHOOF

[Netbattler11]

I stand with the M'Hael. VOTE BLACKHOOF

[RandA lThor]

how many to lynch?

[Turin Turambar]

With 11 people present in the arena 6 to lynch banish.