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![]() The Games of Saberhaven Morann vs. Tak'Nak'Raq
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Tak' walks through his door, a mere midget compared to many of those
that have walked this path before him - yet he feels no fear. When he
is fully in the arena, he inclined his head considerably to Moraan,
fully respecting this warrior of the mind, similar in many ways to
himself. Tak smiled, he was sure that while respect existed on both sides, mercy did not. This was truly a Great Hunt. Remaining eriely silent, Tak focuses his mental energy, but nothing happens. As he looks across, his opponent floats up into the air. His brow locked in consentration, Taq' dismisses his inability to manipulate his fickle mind powers, and change tack. Taq' begins running towards Moraan, quickly and jinking side to side, knowing full well the powers that Moraan might call down upon him. Morann floats upwards for a minute, stopping when he is several stories in the air. He then focuses his attention on his diminutive opponent, takes some small objects from his pouch, and utters a phrase too quiet to hear over the murmurs of the audience. The mage's spell seems to be reflected back at him, though to no visible effect. His mouth locked in a cheerless grin, Taq speaks: "Moraan - your isolationist policy is hardly going to endear you to your brothers!" Picking up the pace, Tak' positions himself beneath Moraan, and concentrates intently. Morann raises one eyebrow at the turned spell, but reaches into his pouch again. Sprinkling a fine powder in a sweeping gesture, the mage summons a towering ring of flames to surround the halfling. Seemingly barely hurt by the fire ring, the halfling, levitates up to within sword's reach of Morann. Taq' strikes out with his Shortsword of Quickness, disrupting Morann's next mental power. With his other hand, Taq grabs onto Moraan's robe, to try and keep him from moving away. "Later, we shall discuss how you could have prevented my swords from slashing you into pieces," says the halfling. Focused on the task at hand, Tak' keeps a strong grip on the force mage's gi. Suddenly, Morann drops, leaving the halfling left with a torn blue robe in his hand. As he hits the ground, Morann seems to bounce slightly, as if landing on a cushion rather than the dry packed dirt. Scretching a feral cry, Tak' drops from the air suddenly, falling like a stone. Morann scrambles to his feet and reaches into his pouch, glancing up at the halfling. Morann pulls out his ever-present Cube of Force and presses one of the faces. Landing with unsurpassed agility, Tak' tumbles with the landing and comes to his feet mere meters from Moraan on the outside of the cube. Advancing quickly towards Moraan, Tak' bangs against the exterior of the cube, and frowns. Remaining still, Tak' concentrated intently, drawing deeply on his resevoir of the way. Meanwhie, Morann starts to summon his magical forces. Tak' Teleports inside the cube, a few feet behind Morann. The force mage turns and releases the forces of electromagnetism in a flash of lightning and thunder, engulfing Tak' in a bolt of plasma. Hoping to escape before the halfling can shake off the electric shock and attack, Morann focuses his mind. Not wasting time with coversation, Tak' immediately strikes out with his twin blades, seeking to end this encounter before his wily oppoent can pull another trick out of the bag. Tak strikes with both shortsword and dagger before Morann can finish. Morann seems very weak now. Relief washes onto Tak's face, while the monk grimaces in pain and resignation. Pressing home the attack, Tak' slashes out with his blades, hoping to finish this combat, while Morann defends himself with his nunchaku. Before Morann can react, the halfing ends the combat with a final slash of his quick sword. Tak waits for the force mage to be healed, then helps him up and the two walk out together.
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