Seraph Academy
Practice Halls
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Wha--?" Zev'jul attempted to counter with another lightning attack as he turned around. The result was that your impostor was hit by your slash while you were hit by lightning.
However, the slash did not dispel Zev'jul mimicking magic. He still assumed your form though without your regality and finesse. Is that how you would look like if you are pushed so hard you forgot your manners? Now was not the time to think about that as Zev'jul shook his head and recovered from your slash. "
You can move fast, can you? Let me try!"
Zev'jul used your form to move quickly across the arena, trying to confuse you as to where he was. Suddenly, your impostor sent a flying kick at you, hitting you on the chest, before disappearing in the speed again. But you knew this power, surely you know how to counter it?
Your plan failed in the worst way possible. Primera's arrow was imbued with mighty wind magic and it blew away all the cards you threw once the Wood Elf fired the arrow. Your cards lie scattered throughout the arena but fortunately, you still managed to evade the powerful arrow albeit narrowly.
Primera now had the initiative and she advanced. The Wood Elf fired three arrows in the air, intended to land on your general area. She then prepared another magical arrow and you knew what she was going to do with it. It appeared she planned to overwhelm you with her arrows. If the three arrows did not get you then her magical one will and vice-versa.
With you in a precarious position, what shall you do?
The Lot Knight could only watch as your charged javelin, named 'Twilight Lance', head towards him. You feel that Sir Eats-A-Lot closed his eyes and resigned himself to the inevitable.
Your powered Dark Javelin sent the Lot Knight to the floor with a loud thud. The referee went over to your downed opponent and the two appeared to talk for a bit before the referee announced. "
Sir Eats-A-Lot has yielded the fight! Seleth Thenri is the winner!" The foreign knights in the audience all gasped at the conclusion. Practically no one cheered for your victory.
But then, the knights suddenly cheered as they vacated the stands and went over to the arena. They gave you a flurry of compliments as they passed by you.
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Nice one!"
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That's good stuff there, Dark Elf!"
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I'm pretty sure Eats went easy on you but a win's a win."
The last knight that greeted you was peculiar one. His armor reminded you of typical sleepwear. His helmet even resembled a sleeping cap. "
I have seen you in my dreams." He began with a cryptic remark. "
I saw you and many others fighting in a burning city." His voice was soft but filled with worry. "
Against... monsters from the worst nightmares."
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I-I'm sorry." He apologized as he broke eye contact with you. "
It's just... you really resembled one of the Elves I saw in my recurring dreams." He continued. "
They are not good dreams, truth be told. It riles the nerves, makes the hair stand and gives cold feet. I do not want to see the end to that dream."
He then sighed. "
Do you think that cowardly, Dark Elf? To not see the conclusion of such a... nightmarish event?" The Lot Knight asked.
You hit Galmore square in the face with your conjured sword. He winced from the blow but then he fell flat on the floor on his back.
The referee went over to your downed opponent and checked him. After a few moments, the referee announced. "
Galmore has been defeated! Raviel Husk wins!" The audience gave a round of applause to you. The small amount of audience, however, made the clapping quite underwhelming. But this was only the opening matches. Perhaps there will be more in the next match.
When the audience had left the hall, a recovered Galmore approached you. His appearance made him look like he was angry but he was anything but. "
Good fighting there, student of Seraph Academy." He complimented you. "
I have to be honest, I am not good at fighting enemies that teleport often. My friend Zev'jul is a teleporter himself but he does not use it much in fights."
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Say, who do you think is the best in your academy?" He then asked.
Ecthel was indeed taken by surprise by your sudden explosion, having to jump back just to avoid that.
However, he did not expect for you to leap at him with fury. Tackling him to the ground, Ecthel raised his hands before you could do him in. "
Okay, okay! You win! I give up!" He quickly announced, loud enough for everyone in the arena to hear.
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Ecthel has yielded the fight! Vuldur wins!" The referee declared as soon as Ecthel said he gave up. The audience, mostly Ecthel's folks and friends, gave a disappointing 'Oooohhh...' at the student's defeat and surrender. You then saw them vacate the stands and head for the arena. Probably to greet their beloved Ecthel.
The boy got up, however, before any of them reached the arena. "
Well, that sucks. I really thought I had you there. I fell completely for your feint." He remarked as he stretched his arms around. "
And I'm supposed to be the rogue around here. Ahahaha!" The boy appeared to take his defeat in stride.
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I heard there was this Beastkin fellow who lived near Zauberheim who practiced flame magic and stuff." Ecthel continued. "
You don't happen to be that guy, are you?"
*WHIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR*
The whistle sounded before your knife could hit Hellia's neck. "
Hellia has been defeated via an unavoidable attack! Thessir wins!" The audience gave a round of applause to you. The small amount of audience, however, made the clapping quite underwhelming. Perhaps there will be more in the next matches although that would depend on other factors.
Once the audience has left the hall, Hellia approached you with her halberd as support. "
You fought well, Thessir. You may be creepy and awkward but I knew you had skill and talent on you." She told you with an earnest smile. But then that smile turned upside down. "
I really couldn't give it my all there. There is something in the air that isn't right." She confessed.
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You wouldn't know anything about it, would you?" Hellia asked.
The Tozens evaded the attacks headed their way but they could not stop
Kazudain and
Maldur from uniting.
Now the fight was between two Tozens and the duo of
Kazudain and
Maldur. The Tozens made the first move, one of them used the other to launch himself to the air for a jumping attack at
Kazudain while the other went after
Maldur. From the way they were fighting, it became clear that Tozen's plan was to keep
Kazudain and
Maldur separated as much as possible.
Tozen may not know the exact specifics but he that
Kazudain and
Maldur was a team that could execute powerful attacks or maneuvers when together. Or at least perform better when together.
Rielle was surprised when the weapons she wielded suddenly disappeared. Alas, your gambit did not work as your weapon was still bounced back by the protective barrier provided to Rielle by her magical circle.
However, the magic circle then disappeared completely instead of dimming like what happened last time. Rielle noticed this and attempted to hurl projectiles at you again, realizing you would not let her cast anymore long spells while you were still able. She hurled her magic with desperation but not without precision and accuracy.
But be careful with your approach. She is likely to expect you to come at her now so she may have a surprise in store for you.
Luminous Citadel
Meeting Room
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Ah, if you'd all like..." Athos interjected. "
...You may place the rune on an accessory, a ring or a pendant like you have suggested, and I can give it to Mister Juan as a gift for him to wear." The court mage offered. "
Do not worry. I am quite the person in the kingdom, as some of you may know. Mister Juan will not suspect any malicious intent."
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Although it may still fail since Juan may suspect an out-of-nowhere gift but let me worry about that." Athos added. "
What will you do in the meantime by the way? Will you begin inspecting the warehouse?"
