Duel of the Magi : Round 1

[GreenReaper]

Sol steps into the concrete arena , keenly aware of the eyes which fall upon him from the darkness obscuring the water's stand high above. They had gathered to watch the first match in the Arena. Gathered to watch death and mayhem as was rarely seen in other parts of the world. What gifts might tempt a man to risk life and limb in this hellish place, well the answers are many. The Overlord , who governs the fights, is a generous tyrant , and those who please him receive more than their due when the time comes. Ha. Old fool. His appearance within Sol's sights was the only prize he craved. After feasting on that ancient beings life energies nothing could stand in his way.....

[Barnsworth]

Ha old fool, Hortence thought. He shared a similar view to Sol, he looked at him in an unsolicited admiration. He clenched his fist and felt his magical aura 'brewing' in a sense. "Who's next, what's going on. I'm a tad late" Hortence paused, and waited for further instruction.

[GreenReaper]

"One is never late for death , only early...." He cackles through black and broken teeth. Slowly, deliberately , long nailed fingers reach into a small satchel adorned in runes of a dark and forgotten language. "The earth sends a gift....." A handful of unremarkable seeds are brought up to his lips, held aloft by by an open palm. Sol breathes deep , and as he exhales he scatters the seeds towards Hortence , wind carrying his wicked little children to rest upon the ground center of them both. Free of the bags constrictive magiks , they instantly take root upon hitting the ground , black vein like roots stringing outward and breaking through concrete to stable themselves. In a matter of seconds , several black rose bushes with ebony stalks limp grimly before the two mages. " A little something to liven up the scenery hehehehe.......

[Barnsworth]

Hortence grimaces at Sol, and rolls his eyes. "Oh one of those types!" He says aloud, without thought. Hortence seems to be planning something, he grips a dagger which appears to be well hidden in a sheath, he yields it. All of a sudden he springs to his feet as the rose bushes appear. From his free hand he would assemble a small cloth smoke bomb from his sleeve, he throws it on the ground and quickly hurries away from the smoke and ends up in the Arena, he stands his ground, roots himself, and gazes at Sol, watching his movement. Clearly he's been planning something.

[GreenReaper]

Sol drops to one knee, and places a single head palm down. Beneath him , even through the magikal barriers separating the arena from the world, he can feel the earth's heartbeat. It was a trick he had learned long ago from Mother Oak. All druids were expected to be in tune with the planets natural life energies. Sol was no different in that regard. What came next though was proof of his corruption. Instead of working with and lending strength from the elements, he would just take them. A child of the Earth no more, he was now her master. He steers his sight and will through the maze of light and dark , a world without sun and only echoes of mana for guidance,til at last he finds it. His mind directs his powers to form a line of control connecting with the black rose bush roots.
"Black Rose essence.... cherished by doctors its sedating effect and numbing effect.... effects quite detrimental in a combat situation..."
The link formed, he works his mind towards unraveling the very cells of the plants. In a flash, the roses disintegrate , breaking apart as cellulose becomes dirt, and releasing the volatile oils contained within, a cloud of noxious mist that explodes outward.