It is a cool, overcast day that draws the crowd to their favorite seats
in the Arena. They had come to see a bestial minotaur in action, knowing
their savagery from previous combatants. He is
announced as Arrngha the Black, and he lives up to his name. Nearly eight
feet tall, with massive slabs of muscle moving under his well groomed black
pelt. Earrings glittered from his ears, and his feral grin shows teeth
filed to points. On his frame he wears a special, massive suit of
platemail, one hand holding a shield and the other a sword.
His opponent is introduced as Silvara Spellbinder, a fair elven maid,
slender and with golden hair. Snow white robes and cloak cascade from her
narrow shoulders, and a delicate silver circlet rests on her head. She is
surrounded by several whirling stones of various colors, and a glowing red
aura surrounds her.
Arrngha steps out of the entrance and fixes his gaze on his opponent,
hoping to display his dominance. Then he begins trotting across the open
Arena towards her. As he does so, a few mumbled words escape her lips,
completing some magery. The minotaur pauses in mid-stride, unmoving, as the
elven woman trots across the dirt floor of the open Arena. She seems eager
to hurry to her death at the hands of the beast, to the amazement of all.
Even more amazing, the bull-man stands immobile as she draws very near,
putting her dagger to his throat and looking up at the judges.
Understanding that the minotaur has been held fast by the mages spell,
and is helpless to her, even though she has to reach above her head to
threaten his throat, the judges award Silvara the victory. Seeing her
success, she winks at the minotaur, walks back to her starting point, casts
another spell and then releases her opponent. The crowd, at first muttering
and stirring in their discontent, turns to watch events unfold.
"Okay, you bullshead." she calls, "Now that we have settled that let's
give these people the fight that they came for. Or dont you have the guts
anymore?"
The minotaur glowers, only barely containing his mounting rage. He
considers for a bit, then starts chugging forward as though to avenge his
honor. He brandishes his sword by way of answer, slowly gaining speed
towards the slight elf. As he does so, she completes another spell, and
three large missiles streak from her outstretched hands, striking him with
their energy and buffeting him with explosions. Dazed but undaunted, the
minotaur lashes out, trying to strike the small elf with his sword. He
swings and misses terribly, confused by explosions that pound into him.
Silvara blinks away from Arrngha fifteen feet straight back, to reappear
facing the minotaur and again her hands move in casting motions while her
lips form arcane words. The minotaur spins quickly, covering the slight
distance between the two of them and slashing with his sword. One swing
misses the nimble elf completely, while the other seems to glance off the
shimmering field of translucent flames about her body. The minotaur bellows
his frustration.
Then once more, five of the terrible missiles are launched from her
hands. Again they impact cruelly into Arrngha, buffeting him with their
magics. He seems helpless before them, as he again raises his sword towards
his opponent.
Silvara looks at her stubborn opponent and shakes her head, a slight
smile on her lips. No sooner has she done so before she again blinks away,
reappearing behind the man-beast. With a snarl he spins about, sword
leading the way. His first strike misses completely, but the second swings
low, hitting, only to have the blow bounce off the elfs magics. She then
shrugs and her hands again flutter through the motions of a spell and
seconds later a sharp cone of cold springs from her hands to engulf the
minotaur. He shrugs off the cold and presses his attack once more.
Silvaras normally mischievous face suddenly turns serious and she
points her staff at the minotaur.
"It is time to end this here and now. You have suffered long enough.
Remember this when you decide to face another Disciple."
With that a beam lances from the staff, a beam the color of death. The
minotaur is bathed in the sickly darkness, his features distorted in horror
and pain. But when the energy stopped flowing he still stands, and snarls
his defiance as he strikes out against the mage.
Again his blow bounces harmlessly away from the elf and his follow-up
stroke misses completely. The once proud and well-groomed minotaur is now
battered and swaying, but there is a grim, determined look on his face as he
prepares to attack again.
A look of approval comes into the eyes of Silvara, surely this was one
courageous fighter. Quickly she mumbled another chanting and her hand
snakes out. A swarm of missiles sped from her outstretched hand, targeted at
the minotaur. They slam into him, again making him grunt with the force of
their impact. In response, the minotaur swings at the elf only to have the
blow glance off her magics. As he readies for a second swing, the elf
disappears and reappears behind him. The beast-man turns towards his
opponent and drops his sword, raising his hands so they are outstretched,
ready and reaching for the elven maid. With a menacing growl he advances on
her.
Silvara gives an audible sigh and raises her hands again. This beast was
tough, that much was sure. She then blinked away 15 feet back and a black
ball of force speeds from her hand aimed for the minotaur. Again he is
bathed in blackness and remains standing once the darkness passes. But
his muscles will not work, and he stands motionless after the vicious
magical attack.
Frustrated by her tough opponent, Silvara wastes no time but blinks
quickly backwards and casts a spell, but nothing seems to happen. The
half-elf repeats her actions, blinking backward and then casting a spell -
but this spell is ended by a menacing sweep of her staff and a massive
fireball shoots forth from it streaking towards the minotaur.
The beast stands immobile and takes the full fury of the flame that
engulfs him there is a roar and the rapidly rising air pulls the dust off
the floor. The crowd sits hushed, waiting to see the result. As the dust
settles, all that remains of the minotaur is cinders. Silvara raises her
staff in triumph, bows to the mayor and the audience and walks out. The
crowd sits silent as the half-elf strides from the floor of the Arena. Text file Source (historic): geocities.com/Area51/6899
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