WOTW II(R1) - Jude vs Jynx

[Rilla]

Jude "The Inuit" Vordun
"Jynx" Horak'hty Ra Airgetlám

Picture or Description:

"...Where the Fire Beasts Thrive..."

General Size: A nice sized arena, fit for long combat; roughly the size of an average fairground, more/less depending on the view of those participating.

Participant limit: Preferably only two, to maximize the potential of the land. However, should the limits be pushed; a total of four to allow for somewhat good usage, any more and the land becomes crowded. Exception for cases of free for all; this stipulation allows the land to be used creatively, without hindering properties of partners.

Magical Properties: If any, it would enhance the properties of a person manipulating heat or earth. A fire user would be somewhat off put due to the lack of fire on the plains themselves.

Restrictions: None, falling in the water can causes severe burns due to the heat of the land beneath it. Other than that, a normal battlefield. Any users aside from Fire, Air, and Earth based magic’s, will be at a severe disadvantage. (Even people manipulating the offshoot of earth, that being metal),

Starting Post: Jude

Start Date: 06/03/12 - 7:00
End Date: 07/03/12 - 7:00

[Jude]

He exited the portal and the light warmth of the humming energy passed by him in a scanning manner. His features changed as the portal passed over him and he became solemn in nature. It was not hard to achieve, this would likely be his burial grounds. The last landscape he ever sat eyes on. His gut sank. His grip loosened on the bow. And he stopped his purposeful walk.

His eyes looked about the lay of the land. His battle having been held up some bit left them in the fleeting hour of twilight. The small breeze that wisped by over the plains felt similar to warm breath and smelled, sulfurous, slight hints dancing in the wind. The waters flowed steadily and where small swells broke into the flow, steam arose. It gave way that those were not hospitable fluids and no victory bath would be taken here. The sands on the near side of the water had a small grade to it making it aesthetically pleasing but where the sand ended under the water earned a small snippet of time in which his eyes would linger upon it. The sand had melted to a fine glass sheet spanning a meter, give or take, under the river. The sand above the glass had washed away leaving the visible and bright glow of the molten flow below to penetrate up illuminating everything around it in an unsteady light. The beams danced as the water slithered over the yellow/red/orange magma. He thought perhaps waiting for the sun to set on this thinly coated hell was the correct choice. He leaned over and laid his bow on the small mound on which he arrived. He took all but one arrow from his belt and sat it alongside the recurve bow. There was practically nowhere to hide for a being of equal size to him with out just blending into the darkness. It was flat and the light on the bottom of the water would cast an odd shadow should you swim or hide in it.

Jude would, upon seeing his competition, if in which he did so, walk somberly toward him. His leather draped skirt and pulled back hair tossing in the breeze. His left hand out to his side and open showing nothing within it, and his right hand outstretched, liturgically, offering his hand and with it respect for the upcoming duel in which he was prepared to lay down his life should it be so. After all he was basically sentenced to die here. The fear glistened in his eyes, and his features tried hold back from disgracing himself with tears. His knees were not bent and his back was straight. He was not prepared to react quickly in defense.

[Guru]

Dreams

Jynx opened his eyes in darkness. Was this his battlefield? Just darkness? Maybe his opponent had managed to blind him somehow. Thoughts scattered through his mind as he struggled to get a grip on whatever was happened. He grabbed at his weapons only to find them not there. He had been disarmed as well? How could this happen? "Lynx? Tynx? Rynx? You guys there?", Jynx asked quietly trying not to attract his opponent if he was around. Something wasn't right. There was no answer. No sound. His mask should have been able to make him be able to see... but he could not. "Come on Jynx, think." he spoke to himself. He couldn't go out like this. There was no way. He wouldn't allow it.

He forced his eyes shut once again and simply sniffed the air. An odd smell of strange vegetation came to him. If that was the case, he could feel it. He felt as if his body was expanding as he felt the nature around him. He could feel the wind brush against the gentle petals of flowers and the sun beam down upon them through a thick brush of trees curtaining the floor of a large forest. It felt off, he could feel the wind on the brush, but not on himself. He then could hear it. A rush gust of wind filtered through the canopy of tree leaves above crashing through them with the fine slice like a blade in the air.

Finally, something else kind to his ears. “I wonder who shall find me first! Will it be that Spiritual Power guy? He seems fast enough! Maybe it’ll be that Weather Goddess, perhaps she can keep up!” The voice was Abnormally cheerful, an attribute of insanity. Jynx knew the voice, “Defense.” it said once again. It was none other than the beast he had dreamed many times of before, Rilla. He flung his eyes open now seeing a lush jungle. The beast stood in front of him, but there was more than one. There was three. They stood appearing frozen.

Jynx blinked only for a moment to find them gone. Perhaps his opponent was more powerful than he could imagine. Some kind of Psychic illusionist of some sort, perhaps. A small face peered through the brush and then vanished behind the vegetation. Jynx wasted no time, running after whomever it was. Wait. He stopped himself. He was unarmed and possibly outmatched. How would he defeat an opponent who had so much control? He instead stood and listened.

Suddenly, the beast appeared again, crashing into the clearing. Two Katana's swung forward, a black like silk seeming to flow across it's body and weapons. Jynx quickly jumped right to avoid the strike, barely being missed, only to find the other blade coming at him even quicker than the first. He had been caught off guard and did the only thing he could think of, dropping to the ground. The blade hovered above him, as Rilla stood nearly midair, frozen once again.

Jynx heard a childish laughter very close. He looked up to see a boy, in royal like robes and ragged brown hair staring down at him laughing. "Silly.", the boy spoke. "You are witnesses a battle that has already happened. Well, perhaps it did. Perhaps it didn't. Time is such an odd variable. So many circumstances, so many possibilities." Jynx was unsure what to say, but quickly coming to his senses, he stood, trying to figure the kid out. Was this his opponent? "No need to be alarmed, Jynx of the Airgetlám. I am only here for one purpose. The beginning of the end has arrived, and the rise of the new Era is just around the corner. However, it all depends on this tournament. I assume you felt the shift in the air." The boy acted as if he was sniffing the air.

"Who.. are you?", Jynx managed to cut in.

The boy laughed. "It doesn't matter. Or perhaps it does. I guess that all depends on what circumstances we are living. But to the point. You've heard of chess, correct? A funny game. The first wrong move no matter how glorious could leave you in the position for defeat. All about being strategical and putting your opponent in a situation that they cannot escape, and then once you do that. Checkmate." The boy mused. "... but now I'm boring you. You see, I have a game I've been playing myself for a very long time. My opponent, is just as clever as I am, regrettably, and this game just keeps going and going. You see, my opponent is here at this tournament. He may not know it yet, but he has been brought here to witness my next move. It all begins with you Airgetlám."

Jynx was beginning to get confused. Alphonse? Did he have something to do with this? Was it another warrior here? He silently watched the child with glaring eyes as he turned sitting on a stump. The boy spoke once more, his back turned to him. "He has had me trapped in a corner for a long time, but now I have my move. One to turn the tables in our never-ending game." The ground below Jynx suddenly broke and cracked as something peeked from the earth. It looked like a stick at first, but then a hilt of a sword, and finally a katana peered from the ground. Jynx's sword. "Take it. You're going to need it. Your opponent awaits. "

Jynx grabbed the blade beginning to ask what the point of their conversation was, but it was too late. A blinding light engulfed him and he was gone.

Trouble

The heat pressed itself against Jynx's skin as he stepped onto the battlefield in the blinding flash of light from the teleporter. Only moments in and he could feel the sweat beginning to pour down his flesh. He glared around the battlefield seeing his opponent standing off in the distance. Jynx tried to mutter something, but it didn't come out. He felt odd. He couldn't explain it, but he felt somehow weaker, though everything seemed normal. Did he just have some kind of dream? He searched around in near panic, ignoring his opponent advancing. The Trio was gone. "What in the world is going on?" he asked himself. It had to be his opponent doing this.

Jynx finally glared up to his opponent as he was extending his hand. "Piss off." he stammered. He had enough of whatever mind games were being played. He was going to end this now. Jynx folded his right hand trying to draw energy. He wanted to end this quick... But something was wrong. Nothing was coming. "What did you do to me!?" He hollered at Jude. "No matter. I will kill you anyways." He stepped back, gathering himself after whatever had just happened. He couldn't afford to freak out already. Something was wrong, and he intended on figuring it out.

Jynx took a deep breath, gripping the sword in his left hand. He felt flustered. Perhaps the heat was getting to him. It was abnormally hot, but he ignored the bullets of sweat pouring down his forehead and across the rim of his nose. His eyes lay completely on his opponent. He was determined not to take his eyes off of him. "Bring it on. You get the first move. Maybe I'll go easy on you." Jynx spoke quietly, though loud enough for the man to hear. "I don't know who you are or what tricks you are playing at, but I can't lose this tournament." His face carried a determination that was bizarre for Jynx, ignoring the sharp pain stabbing at his right arm. A horrible time for it to be acting up.

He wouldn't let his brother down, certainly not in the first round. If the boy was indeed no need for him to worry, then he would certainly appreciate any help at this point. He felt powerless. A chess game. Perhaps this was the right move. He could only hope...

... Or he was in some serious trouble.

[Jude]

The being seemed to be smitten already and his defenses were up. “Piss off!” was exclaimed from a semi-wrought opponent. Jude was taken back, muddled even. His arm dropped momentarily. “What in the world is going on?” was the executioner’s next statement. Jude saw this being posted against himself in the lobby, on the displays. Surely he would have seen that Jude was human under race and his face and could put the two simplistic tidbits together; which meant he was crazy. A more capable, unpredictable being was impossible to plan for so he continued to search for an explanation since no hostile actions were taken yet. The whole time a blatant look of confusion and slight concern engraved into his features. Shortly after he spoke again it left little time for Jude to digest the situation. “No matter. I will kill you anyways.” The man armed himself and took a posture. Immediately Jude expected the creature would turn into a blur and Jude’s own torso would slide off of his still righted hips. All it being over before he could grip his own spears familiar shaft. He reacted anyway though, his knees did bend and his eye widened like someone staring down an oncoming train only steps away.

Jynx’s next words were placed, an offer of the first attack. Jude remained silent and could only see that honesty was the best chance he had. If that being was honest then he wouldn’t attack until attacked. Jude had no reason to disbelieve him. If he didn’t stand true to his offer then Jynx’s would have already fallen upon him in assault, no? Jude form relaxed mostly and took the non-postured stance he was in prior. He hoped he was right. He hoped Jynx was honest in his offer or it would very well be the last lie Jude ever found out. The sweat beads now ran down his partially shaven head in droves. The flickering magma illuminations reflected off the slim blades which promised a quick death at least by the look of them. He approached slowly reaching out with an offered handshake again. The man became more focused in view as Jude took slow paces. The wavy effect of the heated atmosphere diminished and revealed at about 20 paces that Jynx wore some sort of facial protection. Jude saw this and had to remind himself not to pause in his current action or show hesitation. This was not part of the plan at all. He had 20 steps. His feet carried him another 7 before he had a reasonable answer to the question Jynx had proposed. Should he be allowed he would continue to present his handshake. He would not be simply waved off and anything short of grave words would not sway him as Jynx said his move was first and he would silently hold him to it. He would stop 1 step from the man. His neck would be well within the reach of the blade now and he would have the oddest stray thought, a thought about his lineage. Would he be the last to dawn the woven braid of his father’s before him? Would he ever have a chance to hold his own child in his arms? What a time to let his mind drift, he thought before focusing himself again on the dire outcomes and possibilities. He would look to his own hand press his lips together with the slightest pressure creating the most humble look an offering man could dawn and still be considered a man. His shoulders would be square and his hand out. His breaths would be measured despite the slight difficulty added by the heat. He remained.

[Guru]

Madness

A slight insanity riled up in Jynx as he postured himself in defense. He had no intentions of shaking the man's hand. He was never one for trust, and he wouldn't start now. Especially considering what the man was possibly capable of. He couldn't allow himself to fall victim to whatever this man had planned. He didn't look strong, Jynx knew, but it was hard telling what he'd be capable of given the opportunity. "Is that your move? A handshake?" Disgust spat out with each word. He could still hear the childish laughter evading his mind, yet the man in front of him gave no premeditation of attack. Was it his opponent doing this, or was he indeed just going mad? He watched the man's actions closely trying to get even a hint of what he was gonna do, or perhaps if he was already in motion. Jynx seen nothing other than the fade of shadows dancing in the light of the heat behind him.

The heat welled up in his eyes as he watched, causing him to blink momentarily, only to open his eyes to something else. The man that had been standing in front of him had been replaced with 'The Beast'. A snarl laughter rose from the grim lips of Rilla. It had to be this boy. He was playing some kind of mind trick. Jynx tilted his sword downward out in front of him, feeling the energies of the sword swell up as air drifted it's currents and along the slick metal of the blade. He could feel the abnormal heat of the air press against his left hand holding the blade. It would be only moments till the attack came. If Jynx didn't end these illusions soon, it could be the death of him.

His eyes fell on the beast with a cold death stare. "Make your move, or I will end you here and now.", the words slipped his lips as if on it's own accord, threatening the man. He could feel the blade swarming with the heat of the wind cycling the blade an imbuing itself with the force of the gales. Taking a breath, he prepared himself. Although his own natural talents seemed to dismiss him, he could steal feel the throttle of his blade ready to ignite with the wind. This was it. He would be forced to stare down the blood soaked eyes of 'The beast' and pray his blade swings true, but for now... the wait. Would the man take him up on his threat and attack? Fury flustered in his mind.

[Jude]

Jude heard the harsh words ring in his ears, “Is that your move? A handshake?" His face dimmed. His eyes looked about erratically as a child would when belittled by his father in a degrading manner. Jude didn’t appreciate that; he knew he was rather insignificant in the lineup of contestants but hearing it from his opponent left a bit of lemon on his tongue. The slight moment after the words were spat in his face lingered and the words repeated for what seemed eons. They stung and carried with it the message of his ruined plan. The sound of the heavy flowing water lapping at its own steaming surface was the only real sound on the field despite what was in the minds of the combatants.

“A handshake? A handshake? A handshake?” His mind suddenly snapped into clarity. Slowly he made his outline symmetric. His out reached hand withdrew and mimicked its brother, hovering out and to the right of his side, Palm flat and facing Jynx. His soft face glistened in the dancing amber light from the left and the ever slowly setting sun’s final breaths adorning his brow and chest in an eerie bloody grey glow. The man was, as far as Jude could tell, imploding in lunacy. He would step backwards in a slow pace. His eyes now dug into Jynx’s ever diffusing figure. The heat refracted the little light with ease as they would if allowed, grew apart in distance. He would not turn, there was no need he walked a straight line there and the same route would return him to his bow. The time would either let the man regain his head or drive him to further unhealthy states. His first assumption and the only one he considered in the time frame was the heat had gotten to Jynx. The man wore the sweat same as he but perhaps he was even more so I’ll suited for this climate then himself. With the fading light and the distance traveled back to his ranged weapon the target was falsely reported by his vision. He knew that the picture of Jynx was broken a thousand times in refraction; and his position was now nothing more than estimation. It twined at times and halved at others.

He would bend at knee and re-grip the handle of the recurve bow with his left and turn his upper frame leaving his eyes trained in their native direction for movement, whilst grasping and depositing the arrows in his quiver. One still in his right, he glanced to check the fletching and made sure he could notch it quickly if need be. He would side step to the water’s edge, placing himself between to give himself the advantage of being shaded by the illumination to his rear and hopefully reveal unto him anything in his sight prior to gifting such to his aggressor. The wet heat was rather thick here. He would flick his head to whip his hair around and grasp the long tail in his mouth. Hair would extend from either side of his lips and would serve as his filter. It wouldn’t be necessary but it did ease the tax on his lungs. He would stab the arrow into the ground next to him if he was given the space and afforded the opening still. Another two arrows would be withdrawn and one planted near the upright earthen holstered projectile. The remained would be notched and aimed quickly affording accuracy over haste for the first shot. He could only estimate with past instances of snow blindness to simulate his correction. Should the target be noticed moving his shot might come sooner. He would quickly notch the second and fire at the same position he designated the last time but with further haste and the third only if given adequate time in the closing of the distance. Jude didn’t really prepare himself for a return ranged volley as upon visual inspection he saw no common weapons of distance. He was face to face for a decent amount of time and assumed such in good firm belief.

Jude was rather convinced the arrows would only instigate no matter the fact he fired them with every bit of skill he could muster. He would be ready to discard the bow and instantly draw to meet his opponent in melee combat well before he was within striking range. Jude gave him a considerable benefit of doubt as to his speed and capabilities. He thought ahead to ready his footing and tried to be as fully aware of his surroundings as possible, the water a mere few feet from his heel. The balls of his feet would plant into the sand. The steam coddled his bare back in stinging warmth.

The warriors silence endured.

[Guru]

Whispers in the Wind

Ragnarok bolstered violently sensing it's opponent preparing to attack, and although the blade, vibrating with air, could have easily stopped the arrows, Jynx made no such move. Instead, his entire body shifted. His legs appeared almost as if collapsing, his right leg bending straight out, and his left curled up beneath him in one swift movement, finally shooting off to his right through force of his left leg, with speed nearly unmatched, only to be boosted again through pressing off his right leg. In a matter of seconds, Jynx found himself in a full stride, his legs beating on the ground back and forth like quick steady breaths. His power had always been in his speed, and he liked it like that. By the time his opponent's arrow made it to where he had been, he would be long gone.

His body shifted through the air once more, gathering speed coming up at his opponent on the right, only to shift once again in nearly the same matter as previously, continuously trying to circle his opponent. Air galloped on the edge of his blade even further, the heat of the air reaching a climax of power. If it was up to him, he'd take his opponent out in his first blow and end this quick, but who knew what this man was truly made of. Jynx sneered almost mockingly at the attempt to capture him with an arrow. Instead of attacking, he would taunt him with evasion for now.

The earth moved quickly under Jynx, his eyes keeping on his opponent at all times. It was then, he could hear the voice of Falak damning him to end his opponent in a fury of flames. It was as if the serpent was whispering in his ears. What was Falak's intentions for this opponent of his? Jynx pressed on, hovering momentarily several yards from his opponent, his legs moving in succession. If his opponent would attack, it would be now, before picking up speed once again and being off. Jynx counted on it, readying his blade.

[Jude]

Jude saw the form as it headed to its destination and immediately dropped the bow and the arrow the was in hand, previously destined to be notched but there was no time now. The bow danced around erratically as it hit the ground, the arrow as well. His hand reached for the hilt of his sword and drew it in his left while simultaneously arming his right with the spear. He gripped it in the middle of the five foot shaft and stood in an offensive position. The speed it demonstrated let Jude know he couldn’t catch it. No human would stand a chance. He would run himself from wind in mere moments trying to and so lifted the blade mostly horizontally out in front of himself; the hilted portion to his left and the blade out in front of his lower torso. He stood with his frame sideways, knees bent, up on the balls of his feet. His spear was pointed at the target. It was gripped as the rear of a pool cue and the shaft pressed against the underside of his for arm. It left plenty of thrust room. Jude slowly stepped to the target, but along the water’s edge, keeping the light behind him and using it to brighten the outline of his foe..

As he approached his mouth muttered incomprehensible syllables in a foreign tongue. It sounded like a chant with the later syllables of the phase changing every round, his tone grew stronger, louder, some the mutterings sounded more saliva influenced then they should be. It being Inuit and not knowing what it was suppose to sound like might leave one not to notice though. He recited it methodically over and over.

"Okki-tokki-unga, Okki-tokki-unga,
Hey, Missa Day, Missa Doh, Missa Day,
Okki-tokki-unga, Okki-tokki-unga,
Hey, Missa Day, Missa Doh, Missa Day,

Hexa cola misha wani
Hexa cola misha wani
Hexa cola misha wani"


His eyes never moved from his target. He watched the hips and the weight shift from their assuming it moved on the same physics of humans. Should he move in and get within a few paces Jynx might notice a stop in the mutterings Jude would however remain rather well guarded. Jude would pay a bit of attention to the miniature hurricane around his blade should it be noticeable and ponder as allotted about what to do with it, but not having the slightest experience with it, would probably lead him to maneuver away other then test it. He would give it consideration at the least.

[Jude]

Jude let the chant rattle on and watched his would be executioner as he seemed to pause on the rim of the visible field. Not but 30 or so yards away the man remained ready. The rhythmic vociferation reached the being and seemed to twist in his mind. Jude would step forward cautiously letting his volume increase. Jynx seemed aggravated by some kind of silent voice, not Jude’s. The unknown influence seemed to distract him and enrage him. Jynx turned and swung the swords in a terrifying display of power and efficiency. Jude’s feet never stopped and now given the chance to proceed unnoticed his feet would hurry. Jynx’s swings were so fast they lasted mere portions of a second before he would lower his guard and the intensity of the blades dissipated, if a blade could show emotion, theirs would be calm.



Jude was only a boy and his father had sent him on the task of hunting the white bear. His mother fastened the braid upon his hair as his father would sit facing him and verbally review. “Son, the white bear is the greatest threat you will face. It’s intelligent and contains shear spiritual power. It walks the snow lands and bathes in the iced waters on its will alone. Its brethren do not do this. It could walk and join them, but does not. It only does these things because it can. It stays strong battling these elements at all times.” His face became steeped in sincerity. “When you face the face the bear he will know you. He will know your intention and not waiver to return what fate you seek to deliver to it. Be sure in your actions and do not hesitate in your strike. Whatever course you decide will be correct for it will be the only one that happens. Have no regret when all is done.”



Wrapped in many skins his eyes squint through the tunnel of formed furs that protect him from the killing touch of the arctic breezes. His gloved hand squeezed the shaft of his father’s spear. The white wall of flurried snow shifted and the jet black features of the giants face pierced the all consuming whiteness. It reared and greeted Jude with a reverberating roar before shaking the ever covered floor with the repeated pounding of the beast’s front paws. The bear pounced on his front legs in place as if to relay to Jude his corpse would be repeatedly pressed into the earth after his life was stripped from him. Jude raised the arm which held the spear to the height of his chest and began to stride at the monstrously large behemoth. The bear mimicked again and galloped at him. His sheer size made the action look lackadaisical but in reality that was tons of muscle being hurled at him head on. The bear pounced just before Jude met him. The daggers shooting from the bears front trunks reached out in front of its torso to pin him into the blank canvas below them and paint the color of Jude recklessly about with the brush of his own limp body. Jude did not retreat in any manner of the word. He let his stride continue only to plant his right knee into the ground after his left foot. The spear was thrust upward from its new, lower position, toward the low neck of the bear. It struck true and deep. Jude used the momentum of both his run and the bear’s much greater moving mass to sling Jude’s frame around just under the bear’s right arm. Jude’s grip on the spears shaft remained and his left dug into the long pelt of the beast to solidify his position. The bear was merely enraged and started to right itself. Its arms were brought inward in a hugging motion but Jude wasn’t there anymore, he was plastered on its right side. Jude let his grip slide down the shaft of the spear a half foot, all he could achieve at the moment, and strained every muscle in his torso to bring his hands together. He drove the spear another 6 inches with this and the bears tone changed. Its head lowered and its arms lost their drive. The beast stumbled on its short hind legs before toppling over and sending the spears blade bursting through its back in a bubbling red stream of victory.



Jude was now upon the delirious man, Jynx’s guard was lowered as if he’d gazed upon the corpse of his opponent and all was completed. Jude would have no regrets. Jude saw the man standing with arms to his side, lowered but away from the body slightly as Jynx breath labored, not likely from fatigue but perhaps a scared confusion. Jude would swing the sword in his left up and under Jynx’s own left arm. The edge of the blades destination was the front of Jynx face. Jude would press himself close enough to let his arm pass under Jynx limb sufficiently ensuring enough leverage for a fatal blow should it strike the face of a normally structured beast, cracking rather dense bone and sinking in a bit.

Jude’s right hand would inch up on the shaft of the spear leaving just over a foot on the biting end to work with and destine it to hug around the right forearm of Jynx aimed to penetrate into the softer looking right lower abdomen, where no bone looked to be obstructing a path. No matter the construction of this being Jude was certain that this would be devastating if not fatal to any mortal thing.

To remove the threat within himself in case a scuffle resulted he would spit a weakly coated green liquid out on revealed skin. The back of the neck preferred but should it be armored he would look to any bare skin including hair, the closer the brain stem the better but he would be satisfied with the skull as well. The green blob would pass from his lips and its fragile seal would scratch his upper tooth ripping it open early and depositing a single drop on his upper lip as the splatter of highly acidic liquid would travel a short distance of possibly two to four inches landing on the flesh. Its intention was to melt down to until it found something it could not deform and bypass. The drip on Jude’s lip quickly melted the flesh and the blood leaked washing the acid down dripping onto his lower lip and rolling down his chin leaving a black path of instantly cauterized flesh augmented with fresh oxygenated blood from the boarder of the wound. Finally after rolling off his chin it would land in the dirt. A roar of pain would arise from Jude and he would declare with intensity and sincerity.



“Be free from your strife!”

[Guru]

Delirium

"Jynx. Help me." A small voice drifted to Jynx's ear. It was his brother. "Help", the voice came again. Jynx was a young boy again standing in the empty fields of Findias. The curse had spread to the point where even the cattle were slowly dying from diseases. The Calf that were still alive, were deformed from some strange decay. He felt sick to his stomach as he watch a tree in the distant fall and collapse under decay. The voice came again, but it was too quiet to understand. Jynx rushed off to find it. He was so close, but the giant tree seemed so far away. There wasn't time. He needed to make it there before it was too late. His feet glided across the ground, which tried to suck him in as it fell in under him.

"Failinis!", he bellowed almost as if trying to save him with his voice. Not that it would matter. Finally, Jynx reached the tree. It had not fallen completely over yet. Under it was a clump of fur. Lynx's right arm reached under the fur to grab a leg only to receive a sudden shock of pain. He bit his lip to stop from screaming. He tried once again using his left arm, barely pulling the boy covered in fur from under the tree. He quickly tore the wolf pelt off to reveal Failinis. The boy groaned in pain. Had he made it in time? Suddenly, Failinis' arm snapped upward, breaking in one quick motion. "No!" Jynx screamed. It was too late. In a matter of moments, the boy in front of him would be nothing more than a wolf for the rest of his life. "Damn it! Failinis, you idiot! You can't change on me!" It was too late.

Time stood still. Jynx found himself staring down at a younger version of himself and his brother, just before the change. Even in dreams, he had always tried to change the outcome, but he couldn't. He slowed himself down. It was his fault his brother made the decision to join the Vilkacis. It was his fault he didn't make it in time to stop the transformation. However he had gotten here, it was more than a matter of coincidence. He was sure of it. "Back again?" Jynx sputtered in distaste. He turned only to confirm his thoughts. The boy had appeared to him once again. "Why do you pain me with these memories?" He asked, now disgruntled.

The boy grinned with his usual demeanor. "I've done nothing more to you than you do to yourself everyday in the back of your mind, and every night in your dreams. The boy for once looked disgruntled himself. "You lack the conviction to do what you need to do. You are holding yourself back. Your powers... They aren't coming to you, but it isn't because of me nor your opponent.Your afraid. You have this chance to free your brother and you think your going to screw it up again." The boy stopped, staring hard at Jynx. Jynx obviously had nothing to say. Too much was going through his mind. "Jynx. It's up to you to save your brother. It is up to you to save all of us."

The last part confused Jynx, but he somehow accepted it. Who was 'All of us'. He didn't bother asking. His thoughts were scattered as it was. "You'll come to know what that means in time." the boy mused, picking up his usual demeanor. "Now, get your head out of your ass and do what needs to be done. Your opponent is getting close." Jynx hesitated momentarily almost asked what he was talking about. His opponent? But before he could asked, he was back on the battlefield, his memories flooding back to him.

Assail

There wasn't much time before his opponent made his move. Both strikes seeming to come from a downward angle left him with only one clear choice in response. Using the air that had been charging up in Fragarach, he shot himself upward away from the oncoming blades in a flurry of air threatening to tear it's opponent apart if he didn't quickly get out of the way, and with his opponents press to attack him, it wasn't likely the man would get away. However, Jynx wasn't ready to stop there. If the boy was right, he could use his abilities. He just needed to overcome his own fear. In the kick of air, Jynz found himself flying backwards about 20 feet into the air. "Aonbarr! Weapons-mode!" He shouted before finally landing with a quick thud, just barely escaping a hard landing landing on his knees and his right arm, shooting a large pain through his body. He clenched his teeth, sheathing his blade as he stood.

As he did so, a large black motorcycle burst from behind Jynx, in what could be presumed as the ground, flying overhim, before suddenly it's large metalic parts began bending and coming straight down in front of Jynx. In the ground, was a large sword. The hilt of it's blade was two large metallic tires outlined in spikes. The sword was obviously not light enough for any man to carry. The wheels suddenly dropped to the earth through a empty fuller of the blade, digging into it with it's spikes, the hilt being replaced by two metal bars that flung out. Jynx grinned, jumping up onto the two bars, his left hand holding the grip of the sword.

He suddenly felt more clear. Whatever had happened previously was no matter. He had no other choice but to win this match and prove that he was capable of saving his brother. He waited silently for the storm of air to clear from around where his opponent last was. If he had indeed somehow survived, he sure was in for a surprise. "Come out and DIE!"