Arena Beta

{Snap, didn't even know I was in this thread. But my post will be going up here}

EDIT AS OF 12:34 AM EST, December16


The desired effect…

Ben’s reaction to Kuan’s maneuver was has he had hoped. While he was confident at first that he had bested his foe, which was lost when he remembered the fullest extents of a necromancer’s power. Kuan felt a slight bemusement watching his hunter search frantically for his new dwelling form. In this lapse of battle,

This body does feel fit enough. It will do fine… but for now, I’ll leave it be.

This man, whatever his name was, provided Kuan with a body that was more than suitable to the necessity. His lean, fit form housed a level of physical fitness that had surpassed the taller, clumsier body that had been Kuan’s home for so long. It was more attractive at that, one that stood out amongst many others. Gray eyes, and black hair to match, and no doubt with a smile that could charm any woman he so desired, which had been a liberty that had been nonexistent in his old form. And still, he was unaware that his body was playing host to not just one soul, but two. And with his soul holding dominance, Kuan’s presence in him was, on the whole, masked. The greatest hint to any sort of change was that the man’s eyes seemed to shift slightly to a purple tint.

After a bit of searching, Kuan managed to scour out the man’s name. ‘Lance Dutreau’ was his designated name. He had been enlisted into the Galactic Military Air Force at the age of 20, two years ago. His rank was Sergeant, and he had been a squad leader. His reason for being here: He was on a weeklong leave from service, but for what, Kuan was unable to retrieve. Something was impeding his attempts to learn of his new host. His puzzlement lasted for a moment before he figured out what the problem was. This man had uncovered him, and was keeping his secrets held tight from the Kuan’s view.

I know you’re there. Even a normal person can feel it when a spirit has taken residence within their body.

Then I take it you won’t let me stay?

Well, I can tell you right now that if this guy really wants you dead, he probably won’t think twice about killing me to make that happen.

Well, hopefully he’ll know the value of a human life. I just need to get myself out of here.

I won’t ask what’s up between the two of you, but I’ll help you out, so long as you leave my body to me when this is over.

 

(Sorry for the delay. Seriously misjudged wifi availibility in airports.)

I thank you Lance Dutreau. Oh, and you should probably watch out.

Yeah, I know. I got it.

Lance's military training had lent itself to a surpased level of physicality, which he used quite effectively. The nail tipped, razor sharp point of the extending blade threatened the pair. It's flinging motion, so much like a snake's method, was precise, but avoidable. Such a weapon was not easily moved from one point of attack to another, and many of the whips either of the two had encountered, had to be recalled in order for a new attack to be made. The soldier's motions were a sort of backwards roll into a crouched position, ducking below the blade's path.*

Under Kuan's direction, Lance's arm shot out pushing against the air with its palm open facing out. Ensuing from the hand, a blast of purple energy, the same energy that had been used in his earlier defenses, sprung out in rush at Ben's chest. In midflight, the Dead Energy blast split itself into five separate blasts diverging from the original Position of the larger one. One still aimed at his chest. Two others split off below and above the original. The last two split off to the left and right of that point.

Were one to hit, Ben's lifeforce would be depleted, or rather, it would be cut off. Should this happen, he would begin to feel drained of energy, and come to an inability to cast spells. Ar most, this would last long enough to stall him for a moment while Kuan made his escape. Should they all hit, he would likely be left unconscious for a short while.*

Either way, Kuan would be able to skim out of a pointless battle.

Since no time was worthy of waste, and every moment prescious to the necromancer, the body of Lance Dutreau followed through with a hapazard sprinting motion into the droves of people, leaving behind his issued carrying pack. If Lance could just make it into the colony, Kuan so ***
Would be able to depart for another location, and find a more willing host.

 

Lance was running, sprinting really, at a faster pace than he could recall, even from his endless days of training at the boot camp (and they always said that boot camp was the hardest thing ever). But there was one big difference between this situation, and the days a boot camp: At boot camp, nothing was real, and the only things at stake was his own future. Here and now, there was more to it. Not only was the danger real, but he was no longer responsible for only himself, but for the well being of another person's life. So he ran hard, and ran fast, pushing legs and lungs to move faster, keeping the hope that he'd be able to reach the crowds of people, wherein he would be safer.

Just ten feet shy of a small drove of tourist type people, he felt something wrap around his ankle, and a force pulling him back in the direction from whence he had come. It would have been painful, and possibly debilitating, had he not been wearing the same army issued boots that had been specifically designed for combat. Thus, there was a fine layer of armored material upon the them, especially upon the lower part, which lessened the effect of having a blade driven into his heel. He needed no eyes upon the back of his head to tell him what had happened: The other mage had used his extending blade to reach out, and catch his leg. Now he was reeling him in like a fish on a hook, helpless to move out of harm's way should it come upon him. Even if his foot was still in tact, it was, as far as he could tell, the end of the road, unless his resident soul had any plans.

Unless you've got a plan for us, it's been a pleasure having you around.

Not to worry, I'm not out of ideas just yet. How fast could you unlatch your boot?

Pretty fast. But probably not fast enough to make an escape now.

Then I'll just have to use a different method. I operate best in places where death is rampant, and ever present. I can bring us to such a place.

But will that not kill me?

You will be fine, so long as I'm with you.

Go for it then.

Given that the barrier between life and death was a paper thin manifestation, it was easily broken through by those that knew how to do so. And given that it was present as the space in which the two realms were held, it could be opened anywhere, from anywhere. It was upon this knowledge that Kuan's new tactic rested. Extending his concentrations out to the space around Ben, first just above his head, and beneath his feet seconds later, he performed another 'summoning', or so it would seem. But there was no spirit coming out from either gateway. The first portal was geared as a distraction from the one opening beneath Ben's feet. The one beneath his feet, was to act to suck him down into the realm of the dead. Even if Lance and Kuan were unable to escape from his coiling blade, the success of the move could spell his defeat.

"You drove us to this."
"You drove us to this."

The two voices of Kuan and Lance spoke clearly to their attacker just as the portals were fully opened.

 

Setting up for the Moogle vs. Shadow*91.

One of my personal favorites

Location:

Within an unknown plane of existance, surrounded by a thin white-gray cloud of mist, this battle is to be determined upon a series of unfathomably high stone pillars. Each pillar drops off into the depths of the mist, beyond which is unknown. They are roughly four feet in diameter, and spaced about four feet apart. the warriors start off at opposite ends if the arena, appearing as mere shadows to their foe on the other side.

Conditions:

The pillars upon which this battle are none too sturdy at their bases, or otherwise, are being eaten away at the bottom. Either or, the pillars are falling one after another at random intervals.

Ready... Set... GOOOOO!!!!!

 

Setting up for the Moogle vs. Shadow*91.

One of my personal favorites

Location:

Within an unknown plane of existance, surrounded by a thin white-gray cloud of mist, this battle is to be determined upon a series of unfathomably high stone pillars. Each pillar drops off into the depths of the mist, beyond which is unknown. They are roughly four feet in diameter, and spaced about four feet apart. the warriors start off at opposite ends if the arena, appearing as mere shadows to their foe on the other side.

Conditions:

The pillars upon which this battle are none too sturdy at their bases, or otherwise, are being eaten away at the bottom. Either or, the pillars are falling one after another at random intervals.

Ready... Set... GOOOOO!!!!!