As the Captains watched their applicants swarm like angry hornets all over the arena, they were hard pressed to keep any particular recruit in their vision for more than a few moments at a time. Still, with sharpened magical senses and their greater experience, they were able to pick out the most notable displays at a glance.
"...An especially bloodthirsty lot we've got this year, it seems." Argos said, shaking his golden head.
"Aye," agreed Giles as he puffed on his pipe, "Ye'd think they'd be tryin' to shoot the li'l things out the air or contain 'em, but all the blighters started a feedin' frenzy as soon as they set sail. Like watchin' sharks after chum." The other captains nodded, some frowning at the lack of tactics while their fellows seemed intrigued by the various kinds of magic on display.
As more spheres were being grabbed, it soon seemed like those who needed to catch up would have to take one that was already in possession...
@imia@Remram@SilverPaw
While Solveig had secured her sphere during her fall and now rose again, she could see that Ludo--that boy she'd been about to speak to--was still engaged in another fight. And, as she saw his opponent, she would recognize the same individual she'd confronted about his use of the supposed-hoax potion.
Except, if those pulsations of mana were anything to go buy, the potion
wasn't a hoax this year...?
Ludo attempted to counter Edward's Slime Magic by flooding it with his own Poison Element. For a moment he saw the doped up mage's expression blanch. But, as he grit his teeth, Edward made a clawing-gripping motion with both hands. His Groping Tendril spell began to writhe and tighten in place, trying to contain Ludo's venom. It was a bit like watching some kind of internal organ fight against an infection.
The purple miasma filled the tendrils like water filling a hose, and even though it became diluted inside the slime it stretched the tendrils as if they were tubular balloons. Yet as bumps and ridges swelled out of the tentacles, Edward's increased power and control forced them back down.
Whichever one of them lost control first would lose this tug of war!"Hrrrgh! Maybe some of us ain't got as many spells as you 'talented' bastards!" Edward growled as a vein bulged in his forehead from the strain. His face was flushing red, and he was pushing so hard he was forgetting to breathe. "But the ones I got, I'm REAL good at!"
Ludo would feel resistance as his poison was contained...and then, slowly, the slime began to push the purple, cloudy substance back towards its caster. The tendrils started to grow in size every few pulsations...
Then Parin slammed into the distracted Edward with the full weight of body and broom, propelled by her Jet spell!Slime and Poison swelled into a tumorous bubble before bursting in a toxic explosion, raining volatile fluids down on anyone unlucky enough to be in the vicinity!"You--!" Edward cursed, grabbing Parin by the front of her shirt and yanking her bodily away from him. "--Gedoffame!"
Then, he punched her square in the face, their brooms drifting away from each other while in slow free-fall.
@Databug@ERode@ReusableSword@Expllo
Kreszenz's lightning spell struck Maverick's broom from the back end first, charring the straw tips before stunning the big boy. The bright lights comically lit him up, revealing a flashing skeleton for a moment as he cried out, before the appearance of Rio's barrier--the very person she'd been trying to help!--cut off the line of connection between the lightning flowing from her wand and Maverick's mount.
The huge boy was dazed for a few moments, but when Rio offered to team up with him, he sniffed and pushed his bowlcut hair out of his freckled face.
"R-really? W-well, okay--but we
both gotta get the flying things!" he said, followed by the barrier mage suggesting they get reinforcements from the ground and then try to take out other competitors who already had their spheres. Maverick nodded.
"I'll follow your lead then, little guy!"Around that same time, Tristan's swords were whirling as he and the two other mages engaged in a free for all to see who would chase after that sphere they'd all lost. One blade deflected the iron bat of his opponent while the other chopped through a watery missile. Another projectile caught the back of his broom, however, sending him into an uncontrolled spin. The guy with the bat was caught by two more, knocking him off balance. As the two of them struggled to dodge the remaining spells and right their brooms, the water mage girl laughed and turned back towards her quarry.
"Serves you right, dummies!" she taunted. She would soon join a small group that was chasing after the same sphere, this time swinging her hand to send a slashing jetstream at someone that had just grabbed it.
Damn it, I don't know if I can fly well enough to outspeed or outmaneuver any of the others OR the spheres! Tristan realized, looking this way and that until he finally saw another glittering orb.
Maybe if I try fighting from range? As backwards as that seems for my magic type... He dispersed both of his blades and set off after it--only for that guy with the bat to pop right back up in front of him!
"Oh no ya don't, Red! When
Mack Fuely says he's gonna beat ya, he's gonna--!"
Just then, Kohra's Conjured Cyclone scattered a dense group of applicants not too far above where the two of them floated. While Kohra was on one side of the storm, Tristan and Mack were caught in it from the other. Tristan, who was already going in that direction, swept past his tumbling opponent and managed to stay upright on his broom!
The wind's pulling me! Maybe if I stay outside and use it like this--!As Kohra shot upward with her Whirlwind Jump, the Swordsmage circled around her Cyclone to rise in a fast spiral! Tristan leaned into his broom for dear life, one eye closed as the wind whipped dust, spare broom straws, and the occasional flailing body at him! He came out of the top of the whirling dervish just as
Kohra grabbed her targeted sphere--should he try to take it from her?
Before either of them could decide whether this would be a fight or not, though, another group of mages tumbled between them. The primary cause of this particular cloud seemed to be the "Ox Boy," steam billowing from his nostrils.
He passed by Kreszenz, Rio, and Maverick as well, leaving thick and sizzling clouds in his wake!
Both Kohra and Tristan found themselves engulfed in the edges of Hikari's steam-banks, as other applicants around them cried out in confusion. The heat began to rise uncomfortably...
"Hey, I don't guess you could blow this away, huh?!" Tristan called out to the Wind Mage as he began to sweat. His vision was already dimming as the cloud thickened, and he cast Create Sword again just in case someone tried to blindside him out of the fog.
Yet at that same moment, a shadow was rising in the mists behind Kohra. It was a shadow out of a nightmare, stringy hair flowing in all directions as a flittering dress made its wearer's body appear ghostlike...
"BEGONE, YOU TRAMP!" roared
Elyssa Barnfield, before
slashing at Kohra with two huge sets of claws made from ice!
Elsewhere within the arena, several successful applicants tried to catch their breath after dealing with all the difficulties of catching an Angel SphereTM. Some had been forced to expend a great deal of magic, while others had been able to get their target just by virtue of flight skill and speed. However, all of them knew the trial wouldn't end until all 100 spheres were caught, and until then they'd have to hold on to their prizes...
A pale, tall young man, his green eyes outlined with black guy-liner the same color as his lipstick, looked around nervously as he held his sphere close against his impeccably tailored, all-black, dress-shirt-and-slacks outfit. With the other hand, he produced a brown, liquid like substance which turned into an oddly familiar looking solid bar. He took a bite out of it, apparently in an attempt to calm himself down...
A rotund girl with an olive-skinned complexion and a pink bob-cut, wearing a yellow dress with puffy sleeves and white shin-height boots, held a large U shaped red magnet with one hand. Stuck to its ends was an Angel Sphere, and its wings were still flapping rapidly as it tried futilely to escape...
And a deeply tanned man, his wide grin framed by thick dreadlocks, seemed to be dancing for joy on top of his broom with a tropical rhythm. He tossed his Angel Sphere from hand to hand, quickly enough that despite its attempt to get away he was able to snag it back. His white hooded cloak, over green, scale-patterned robes, marked him as someone from the Seabed Temple...