[FTD: 2 / Round 1] Ventis Victorine vs Maeve Ravenskar

**Ran Iji** · 01-10-2012, 03:44 PM

Ventis Victorine

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vs

Maeve Ravenskar

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If a judge is needed, please PM either --Rob or myself. We will then post the issue in our private group.

**hiss the villain** · 01-10-2012, 10:17 PM

Go to the field. You will find another there.

Kill them.

That was all the note had said, and Ventis found himself reflecting on it as he stood in the grassy field. The wind blew, stirring tall strands of grass and the fur that lined the joints of his armor.

He was of middling height and plain, if aquiline, features. The Vigilance covered him like a second skin- dulled plate, made of what appeared to be steel framed his slim body. The armor was pitted and cracked here and there, and it creaked when he moved. The shield in his left hand was in a similar state of disrepair- pits and scratches nearly obscured the flayed man staked hand and foot over a crimson field that made up his arms.

The blade that hung at his waist was plain, as was the leather scabbard that sheathed it. He was not a remarkable figure, all in all, as he waited. Perhaps he was curious in his rigidity; he stood as still as a stone, only the barest inhalation detectable in the rise and fall of his chest. His grey eyes were not curious, rather they scanned the horizon listlessly in search of an approaching silhouette. His hands hung at his sides, The Bulwark dangling loosely from slack fingers.

The wind blew; the man stood still as the field broke into rippling waves around him. He breathed once, deeply. There would be blood soon.

**Redemption** · 01-10-2012, 10:39 PM

It was the sky. Rolling and bubbling above her, she welcomed it's breeze on her skin, the wayward strands of hair from her braid near floating about her head. She could feel the electricity in the air, taste the sweet grass on the wind. As it was, she had taken residence in the field, cautious as to not make too much fuss in the long blades of grass. Fingertips had been brushing over the tips of the blades, each twisting and turning of their own volition after being touched, the briefest smirk upon her lips as it seemed the field was now mimicking waves about her.

Maeve laughed lightly, the joy of such a little motion causing her to smile, a crease at the corner of her eye as she did so. The man, tall as a statue, quiet as stone she had seen enter the field. But as she toiled with the grasses, her gaze would fall to him here and there. He was a warrior. She was a healer. Now why would he come to such a place as this?

Peeking above the waving and curling blades of the field, she would call out to him, "Warrior, are you hurt?" Her voice focused and light.

**hiss the villain** · 01-10-2012, 11:12 PM

Grey eyes found her some scant seconds before she spoke; he took the time to study her. Short and slight. His jaw tensed, lips pressing into a grim line. He didn't like killing women. His dangling hand lifted, fell to the hilt of Heartseeker. The loose fingers tightened around the punch grip of The Bulwark, sunlight catching one of few untarnished patches of steel.

"Hurt? No, but it's a touch ironic that you should ask," Ventis intoned. His voice, much like the rest of him, was rather underwhelming. "Because I'm reasonably sure that I'm here to kill you."

Didn't she know? That grim line turned down into a frown. The spellbreaker didn't like this; not one bit.

It smacked of forces beyond his ken, and that sort of thing tended to irritate Ventis.

At least now it wasn't a blindside; she had a chance to put up a fight.

**Redemption** · 01-11-2012, 12:34 AM

Hm. He was blunt. To the point. And here to shed her blood. Interesting. Running her hand atop the blades of grass, they were now moving almost independent of the wind about her. Twisting, bending, confused and fighting the external blowing of the agitated air about her. Bringing her wide-eyed gaze back to him, she nodded slightly, her lips still curled into a bemused smirk.

"But, are you truly sure it's my own head, or my own lifeblood you seek to spill?" She called out to him, her messy tangle of hair barely peeking above the blades. Finally gathering herself first to her knees, and then drawing to her full height of 5'3", she would face the man. He was armored, albeit shoddily. Properly armed, as well. Much the contrast to her petite, feminine form. Her dress fluttered in the wind; her disjointed sleeves shifting as well. She had taken a small break in the field, drawn by it's great expanse of green. Almost like an ocean, but made of earth.

Raising her hand palm up, she shrugged. If she were going to have her death today, at least she'd like to have been warned prior. "If you do reasonably believe that rationale...was there someone that decree my death today, Warrior?" Another playful, vapid question tossed his way. She was but a woman passing through a field; this a chance encounter between two passersby. Surely it couldn't warrant a death, especially one that offered life. "I'm a healer..." She offered disjointedly, her other hand raising to allow him a glimpse of the unslung bow hanging over her shoulder. With each word, it was inviting him to inquire further about her. One key, one lock, one turn. A simple, yet repetitious way to gain entrance into the man's psyche.

**hiss the villain** · 01-11-2012, 12:49 AM

The grim line deepened, and Ventis drew his blade. It sang as it whipped from the scabbard, catching sunlight and refracting it into a brilliant flash. She had already made a mistake; she had underestimated his resolve. She wanted to bandy words, perhaps to move him from his course. So be it; if she wished to talk, he would attack.

As her first question ran out, he had already closed the distance between them by five feet at a dead run. Even as he surged into motion, his acute mind was already elsewhere- her remaining questions went unheard as he breathed in deeply.

Flickering motes of light coalesced around his being as he ran, motes of light that began to whirl in counter-patterns, each briefly flaring line etched cerulean against the sky. His awareness surged, the faint traceries of power blossoming to brilliant light before his eyes. A ley line, somewhere to the south, tugged at edges of his senses. He marked it for later, and turned his attention back to his target.

By the time she finished speaking, had she not already reacted, the distance between them would be a scant few feet- perhaps three, perhaps four. The Vigilance was inert about his limbs, but he was used to the weight, and trained in its use. As the distance closed, the hand bearing Heartseeker lashed up from his waist, an arcing right-to-left upward slice aimed at that most vulnerable place- the much smaller woman's eyes.

As the blow snapped out, his left arm thrust forward, driving the shield into her field of vision.

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**Redemption** · 01-13-2012, 12:50 AM

Her vision wouldn't matter if it was blurred. Not that he would get that far, anyway. The flash of his weapon was enough to get herself shifting, her feet pushing her back three feet, no more. The twisting and spinning grass kept as it was, moving the circle of influence she had created about herself slightly, expanding it to now five feet about her. Within it, nearly every living thing was wrapped in confusion. Just as he would be as he rushed her. Even the small lines of ants had started to unwind, the tiny creatures breaking rank and file.

Maeve sidestepped, out of his line of both blade and shield. Her own hands would reach to grab the unslung bow, her left hand holding it two thirds of the way down. The gap between them had been closed, a scant 6 feet between the healer, and the blood-thirsty warrior. But she would watch keenly, to see his resolve shift, his focus falter. A fingertip would press to the red band at her forehead. A toe would dig past the twisting grass into the soil, kicking up a bit to the air, the particles suspended in the air.

**hiss the villain** · 01-13-2012, 01:05 AM

The blade was arcing down when time seemed to slow. As he broke the circle, the psionic spell flashed into crude relief around him. She moved, and he could do nothing- his mind fragmented into a thousand pieces.

He could do nothing physically, at least. D'eon's psyche was not that of a normal person. He was a specialized spellbreaker; it was his talent to multitask, to partition away parts of his mind to manipulate the mana webs while he focused on physical confrontation.

So he let himself be taken by the confusion- one very lucid part of him, rooted in mana, flooded with a burning essence that no mere trap could fool, propelled him backwards. He moved sluggishly, as though the connection between his brain and body was shorting out.

The motes of light, however, no longer swirled around him. As she dodged, they streaked up into the sky. As she was moving, and the sun was bright, this would be difficult, if not impossible to follow. A second mental partition was elsewhere, in the ether- drawing a gout of power from the ley line to the south.

Divorced as his mind was from his body (thanks in no small part to her spell), his aim and timing was unerring. As she landed, as she began unslinging her bow, the whirling motes streaked out of the sky. Eight of them, burning a puissant cerulean now, surrounded her in an instant, flared, and collapsed into white-hot points of light suspended in a random constellation around the girl.

The points flared briefly, brilliantly, and then exploded into violent motion, blasting inwards as perfectly linear beams of white-hot pure mana. Unless she could find a way through the tight maze of lines, and swiftly, the mentalist would find herself pincushioned.

As the attack ripped free of his control, Ventis still struggled to master himself, less than a foot away from the edge of the confusion circle. He staggered, shield and sword slack in his grip as what little control he had left guided him shakily from the trap.

Off topic:
Supernal Awareness
Spellbreaker Specialist - Omni Beams

**Redemption** · 01-15-2012, 12:59 AM

West and I have agreed to an extension of sorts on this due to ETOH.

**Redemption** · 01-15-2012, 11:57 PM

Focus. That's what she needed. As she took a deep breath, she was able to expand the barrier she had started to construct from her feet up, and harness the energy from the stars about her, and push outward. This brief flash would allow her to step outside the constellation, barely escaping it before there was a sting to her left leg.

Gasping, her grip would tighten on her bow, watching to see the energy push past her, as well as it would gain ground to where the man's confused, startled, physical body. If he did not move, the blast would surely stun him, if not kill.

As for her own actions, she would straighten, breathing deeply as her eyes would be trained on the man, her own body a mere 15 feet from where he was.

**hiss the villain** · 01-16-2012, 02:53 AM

A foot is not a very long way to go, and Ventis cleared the confusion circle roughly the same time her barrier surged- but he had mastered himself, and therefore regained his grip on power. The beams reacted unexpectedly- as she stepped free of their random maze of spikes, they bent around the field and drove into the ground. The constellation scarred itself into the earth in reverse.

The remaining energy blasted towards him. As it ripped, howling through the air, it became apparent that Ventis' right hand- his sword hand- was empty.

The gout of power he had pulled from the ley line still surged through him.

Heartseeker, mysteriously abandoned, driven into the ground near the edge of her circle.

His energy suffused the air- hers suffused the ground as he forced roughly half of that gout of power down through his blade, down into the earth, raging potent. The force of the spell shattered her circle, subsumed it, and now psionic might raged with magic as the spellbreaker furrowed it through the earth- into the random constellation of scars etched into the earth less than a foot from her, towards the rents in the earth still stained with his energy signature.

The other half of that power became the trap that would kill her. He had studied magic for years- Ventis was a master of constructing and deconstructing spells at their most base element. This new construct sprang forth with a simple purpose- not to hold or dissipate, not to shatter or rend, but to reflect. He could maintain this curved shield for mere seconds, but it was all that he needed.

Magic and psionics met a random, meaningless symbol at the same instant that the shield reversed the momentum of the blast she had partially diverted. Entropy erupted from the ground, the reflected sigil of nothing raged into wild puissance as order was briefly overwhelmed by the converging forces.

All this, in a matter of seconds. It had been his plan all along- Heartseeker was the link he needed to tie the circle his omni beams had carved to his own strength. That she had reflected some of his might back at him was unexpected, but he had planned for the occasion: it worked only in his favor.

To move her from the circle, so that he could utilize her power, he had charged. To make her think in concrete terms, while he constructed his trap in the abstract.

And most importantly, he had charged to keep her away, keep her at the safe distance. The wild explosion of entropy and force subsumed an area seven feet in diameter- she could not move far enough away to escape the retalition, but Ventis himself remained safely insulated another eight feet away, near the ruins of her circle.

All the conditions were right. Her fate was sealed.

Off topic:
Supernal Awareness
Spellbreaker Specialist - Entropic Burn[3] - Ventis has used the representation of the circle the omni beams have charred into the earth as a focusing sigil designed to create a powerful entropic reaction fueled by three divergent sources of power: Reflected Omni Beams[1]; Subsumed Confusion Circle[1]; Drawn Ley Line Energy[1]

**Redemption** · 01-17-2012, 11:37 PM

OOC: I withdraw from this fight.

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