Lords of Creation (New Story Thread)

[Marvelous Miscreant]

As the opponents began to battle Crav scooted over in his seat till he was right next to Uburra-Namall. He stared intently at here with a strange fascination before finally speaking

"Hey......wassup?....."

[Celadon's Penultimate]

 Uburra-Namall cocked an eyebrow, taken aback by Crav's demeanor.

"Uh, er...I suppose many things are up! The sky, the stars, the number of people since we arrived here...is there any particular reason you want to...wait, what's wrong with your face? And your breath? And your walk?"

[Marvelous Miscreant]

"Ther'se notin wrong with may face sweet cheeks. I'm juust a ittle d'runk isall." Crav slurred as he smiled back at Uburra-Namall.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

"Hey...you're pretty funny." Uburra-Namall giggled, "Sit by me and keep saying things to entertain me."

[Zaleramancer]

Thram comes to the climatic conclusion of his incantation.

Heat from around the arena is suddenly drawn together at a single point- Bo.

His clothing starts to smolder and ignite.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

Bo's eyes widen.

"Wuh-oh. That could be a problem."

Then he remembers his bo staff and pulls it out, spinning it with great speed, "Oh, yeah. Never mind. Let's get this thing started."

Bo's body begins vibrating, increasing in speed, even while stationary; his face falls into a mischievous grin.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"Stop posturing and feed him his teeth!" Yells a voice from the stands.

*PING?*

"Well, both of them, obviously. I try to remain impartial in all things." The watcher said to his companion. It turns to Wave and Raka. "You see, isn't this fun?"

[Zaleramancer]

Thram continues to chant, spell-locking the magic to Bo.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

"Hey, wait!" Bo says at last, "What the heck are you doing?! Is that some foreign language? And why are you glowing?"

Bo decides he won't give Thram the time to show what he's up to. He speeds off, top-speed, and whirls his bo staff, ready to deliver a blow to the weirdo's jaw.

[Zaleramancer]

The sorcerer halts his spell in a jerk, then cries some dizzying polysyllabic word as the bo staff throws him off his feat.

The ground below Bo's feet sudden turns to one foot deep mud.  

[Celadon's Penultimate]

 "AUGH!!!" Bo pushes himself up off the ground after tripping and taking a tumble from the mud.

"Ya know..." Bo mused as he wiped mud from his face, "Mud is not nearly as tasty as it looks."

He turns around, and goes looking for his bo staff.

[Zaleramancer]

Thram scuttles back, muttering yet another spell.

The mud begins to feel more solid, taking on a molasses-like consistency.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

 "Grr...stupid mud...loosen! LOOSEN" Bo pulls his legs, hoping he can reach his bo staff before the sorcerer wizard guy can think of a less nice spell.

He manages to pull his feet loose, and ambles for the staff. Then he speeds off. Time to give Thram a second helping of hurting.

[Zaleramancer]

Tharm, voice now cracking slightly, manages to conjure up a spiral of sparks to attack Bo.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

Bo retreats, "HEY! GET...OFFA...ME!" He bats away the sparks, and finally swings at them with the bo staff. But they won't leave him be. And as he tries to fend off the sparkly specters, he can see Thram getting ready for yet another spell. So, he decided with a great huff of annoyance, he may as well make the best of the situation.

Sparkly things still swirling around him on all sides, he takes off, brandishing his bo staff. If he can't get rid of them, he'll use them to his advantage. At full speed, Bo zooms round and round Thram, letting the flashes reflect yet more light off his armor. And as (hopefully) Thram's eyes keep him from clearly making out Bo's superfast form, he'll take the occasional shot with his staff.

[Zaleramancer]

Thram is huffing, and stops chanting momentarily. This display of magic is really taking it out of him.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

Oh, stopped chanting, huh? Bo thinks to himself as he orbits the mage, Bout time. 
 
WHAM! Another crack to Thram's jaw.

[Zaleramancer]

Mouth now bleeding, he reels back, hands waving.

A pitiful breeze brushes past Bo.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

"HIT "EM IN THE GUT!" Crav yells down at the combatants from his seat.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

Uburra-Namall cheers at the sight of her warrior doing so well. Jissei tents his fingers together, revelling at the sight of the violence, and smirks malevolently. Only Jassi looks absolutely horrified at the display. But still, to be supportive, she claps her hands politely, even if her facial expressions give away her true feelings about the whole thing.

Bo looks up into the crowd a second, while his foe is down. The sparkles have faded, and even poof into dust when blown by Thram's wind burst, so now he can see the crowds cheering for him.

Finish him!, some cry.

Beat him!, others chant.

Brutalize him!

Bo looks down at the reeling mage, and sighs wistfully. None of that sounds very nice...and yet, he DOES want to win....

"Nothing personal, Thram."

A final super-sped kick to the mage's chin.