[Dice Roll : 2, 2][Rooster, Dragon = Dud]

The familiar attack had taken him completely by surprise the first time, seeing it again wouldn't leave Belselk Ebenhardt prone to its advances! Dropping to his hands Belselk cartwheeled easily over the earthen assault, landing on his feet with enough stability to make even the most fastidious olympic gymnist jealous. Stifiling the feverous grin was impossible and the berserker couldn't help but guffaw against his own wishes.

'Magic-man moves like old people,' he giggled to himself, 'Seen blasphemy of the earth before.'

Purposeful and heavy boots clomped loudly against the fragmented ground. Belselk marched unquestionably towards the weakened frame of the mysterious Alumar's location. When suddenly a brilliant light fluttered in the smokey debris surrounding the mage's position. An orb of raw power spiraled out of the dust cloud raking a streak of blues and white as it traveled its collision corse towards the boastful Belselk.

A brief gasp sputtered from the warriors mouth then was cut off in a wash of vibrant color and painful light. The two spinning shields canvased the youthful warriors face and chest taking the brunt of the heavy force but the heavy force slammed him into the pillars behind him. The earth crumbled beneathed the armored warrior once again stealing precious air from his lungs. Winded, Belselk hoisted himself to his feet only to realize a horrendous happening.

Flailing unresponsively in the breeze, Belselks brawny forearms lay useless at his sides. The force of the elemental blast, though stopped by the Aegis Ward, had managed to jerk the berserkers arms out of their sockets!

uuuuuuAAAAGHH!

Belselk screamed menacingly at the moonless sky. His mind awash in destructive desires. The magical blasphemer had rendered his upper body useless!!

Madness swept the eager youths mind compelling him forward in a brazen rush of adrenaline and sweat. Feet pounding the pavement, pulling the lifeless arms behind him, flapping in the breeze. Belselk reached his maximum speed, lowered his head and barreled down on the winded Alumar attempting to trample him in his angry stampede.

With a sharp kick of his heels Belselk lifted himself skyward, over the mage landing directly behind him then offered a heavy mule kick attempting to knock the downed mage further into submission.

The earth attack he had sent away missed.
The kid had instincts well enough to know how to react to things he had already seen.
Though, luckily for Alumar the Energy Blast did its thing. Though, instead of killing him, he managed to survive the attack. His arms held lifeless at the sides, signaled that they where out of the sockets, or paralyzed.
Considering the facts, the most logical where the former.

The kid raged still, and like an angry bull he charged head on.
Alumar managed to roll sideways to avoid the incoming runner. Though without energy energy to fully get away, he was still hit by the mule kick.
Sending him tumbling along the ground, his wound painting the occasional area on the pavement. And new ones forming due to the jagged objects on the ground.

Alumar laid lifeless for several seconds, thought managed to get to his feet with some issues.
He had contracted back injury, and his speed would be severely lowered.
Not to mention his low energy reserves.

His options where few. And no one of them would ensure victory.
An idea spurred in his mind, the kid spoke of the gods when he used earth.

He got to his feet, and attempted a gamble. Hoping that hte kid would believe him.
As he got up, he turned around, while "chanting" a made up chant.

"Gods of fire, heed my call. My opponent stands in front of me. Encircle him in flames" As his so called chant ended, he cast [Fire wall] Formed as a circle around Beselk.
The fire would end up as a circle of flames around him, hopefully this would make him see things differently.
Hopefully, he would think that Alumar had the will of the gods as well.
Hopefully, this would top him, at least for a minute, as Alumar had low energy, and needed all the time he could get to regenerate as much as he can.

[Dice Roll : 5, 1][Goat, Snake = Dud]

Flames licked hungrily at Belselk's warming face, the wall of fire sprouted up around him threatening to slowly burn him alive. The boastful shout from the blasphemer echoed in Belselk's mind, humming with insolence and godlessness. Red rage burned as brightly as the wall of fire surrounding him, as he turned to the direction he remembered Alumar yelling from. The deadly wall inched in closer, and Belselk dropped to his knees.

'Won't die, not here!' He shouted painfully in his mind.

With a sharp jerk, Belselk managed to lob his own right arm over his knee. The spinning Aegis ward revealed its soft underbelly to the young warrior. With a grimmace, Belselk clamped down around the straps connecting the Aegis Ward to his arm. The taste of leather soaked in sweat almost made him gag, but with a few quick pulls the straps loosened their stranglehold on his arm. Expertly, Belselk managed to throw his left arm over his knee and perform the same action. Flames closing in with every second tighter around his body.

'Blasphemer! Pay for your crime in BLOOD!' Belselk shouted as he grabbed the straps of his twin shields in his teeth. The heavy weapons drapped from his sputtering lips like yo-yo's on a full length of tether.

Rocking forward the shields rolled in a counter-clockwise fashion. The enraged Belselk, grinned wildly and rocked back and forth picking up momentum with each swing. Finally he commited to the last swing pulling the shields backwards in a counterclockwise motion, spinning end over end towards the wall of fire. With a swift kick of his legs Belselk sent himself soaring over the spot in the wall the shields had cut through.

His landing was anything but perfect, sending the nomad warrior scraping across the glass sprinkled gravel. Belselk regained his footing and surveyed the opponents trail of blood back to the spot Alumar stood, trying his best to recuperate. A few feet away stood the downed Aegis Ward, more than serving its holy purpose, by saving his neck once again. Literally unarmed, Belselk marched towards the opponent.

'You fought well, impure one.' Belselk stated flatly as he closed the gap between himself and the mage.

'But this fight, is my victory!'

Sending a heavy boot to the ground smashed a wooden plank flipping high into the night air. The wooden debris from the downed billboard, sharpened to a dagger-like point thanks to Alumar's destructive spell made it a javelin of death. Spinning his left foot behind his right Belselk released a furious kick aiming with the intention of hammering the wooden spear into Alumar's chest. Hopefully the attack would spear-head any further advancement from the magical warrior.

Judging: Due to my personal relationship with Fair_Game, I will not be judging this fight, for I do not want any accusations of unfair treatment or favoritism. Lurid's judging will decide the victor.

Apologies for the late response guys. I wasn't sure of myself, so I re-ran through every post. >_>

Fair_Game

• Originality / Creativity: 10
• Interaction with Environment: 9
• Yieldability: 8
• Readability/Grammar: 9
• Power-playing/God-modding: 9

Red Fox

• Originality/Creativity: 8
• Interaction with Environment: 7
• Yieldability: 8
• Readability/Grammar: 6
• Power-playing/God-modding: 6

After totalling each scores out of 50, Fair_Game emerges the victor. Congratulations!



Fair_Game, although you have excellent English, there were the odd errors here and there; this is why I couldn't give you a perfect score. I also felt that you seemed obliged to take quite a bit of punishment there, which, again, made me subtract from your overall score. Naturally taking hits is actively encouraged, but it seemed somewhat abundant in this instance.

Red Fox, although I'm aware your first language is not English, and that you have indeed made a valiant attempt, I was not going to accommodate this in the scoring process. You also received such a low score for God-Modding / Power-playing because although you were taking the hits, you were getting up and recovering from them far too quickly than is logical - you also did not pass comment on any lingering effects of heavy blows, e.g. you would remain hard of breathing for a period of time after receiving a strong blow to the chest etc.


Again: congratulations to the victor, and commiserations to the fallen.

Heh,. I expected as much.
RPB'ing have always been my weak point, as well as some things with grammar as such.
As English is not my first language I do have some issue,s but don't get me wrong, I do not try and hide behind it. I accept the judging towards it.

The fact that Fair Game would win, I already knew around his 2nd post or so, I actually think I mentioned it in an OOC...

in either case.

Congrats Fair Game. The Better RPB'er won ^^
Also, it is actually better for me to loose, as I really don't have time for more battles in the upcoming weeks ^^