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Edgar Crowe did not jump at the chance to serve under Sarakon’s rule but he hadn’t been expected to. Those of royal stature were of a proud nature, there was no way that Crowe would immediately submit to Sarakon’s will and enter a life of servitude; he would accept equality and nothing less. Perhaps even that was too little for the King of Edar, but Sarakon thought it to be reasonable, so long as the man truly were his equal and it seemed that Crowe was eager to find out as he hinted at a duel between the two to prove Sarakon as an equal to him
“And even then, my mysterious friend, I would not serve as an equal if I did not know you were equal to me in battle.”
The meaning was understood and while Sarakon made no effort to show any acknowledgement, he knew that actions would be their words now.
It seemed Edgar Crowe was certainly a man of action, immediately he began chanting inaudibly to himself, muttering words of some arcane origin to himself in mid speech.
Sarakon looked to that haunting overcast sky that enveloped the world, tumbling rolling swirls of purples and black and blues, but chaotic as the scene appeared there was no energy to the air. When a growing charge disturbed the dead stillness of the particles around it was clear that it was the work of Crowe and his mumbling even before an energetic sphere of electricity formed before him, hovering over Edgar’s left hand. The orb’s swirling colours were made from the same palette that painted the sky overhead and it looked almost as if Edgar Crowe held some fragment of the heavens above in his hand, perhaps such things were intimidating to mortal men.
But Sarakon found himself rather bemused, Crowe’s soul held strength to it, this orb did not.
Surely he doesn’t intend to fritter away our time with basic tests of strength, it could take an age to prove not only my prowess but his as well at such a pace.
Under the power of Sarakon’s mind the particles around his left arm danced with a newfound energy, that of Sarakon’s immortal soul, the essence of his being. In time with his thoughts the particles of the air waltzed away at his whims, and in their dance a charge grew to match that of Crowe’s purple hued sphere. Energy levels changed as electrons ejected themselves from atoms, changing partners in their dance.
“TOWARDS HE WHO IS MY ENEMY!”
Edgar Crowe glared and his eyes burned as his war cry filled the air between them. Sarakon barely heard it, his mind solely focussed on the swirling particles around his arm. Their dance reached its zenith, visibly now strands of blue light reached out to the air and frantically leapt around his arm.
Now Sarakon’s own eyes opened wide, pools of white focussing on the orb that now raced towards him erratically, up, down, left and right, it’s path wavered but always it travelled onwards, closing that short gap.
Hand eye coordination trained through years of battle proved a godsend as Sarakon’s hand quickly thrust forwards to meet this oncoming threat with his open palm. As his arm swung upwards and stretched outwards, the charged particles rolled up and through his arm, the skin, the flesh, the very marrow of his bones until reaching his palm.
And then palm met sphere.
A blinding flash and a clap of thunder that would do even the most intense of storms proud were borne of the meeting of the two and the sphere raced off away from Sarakon, having been repelled by the force his soul had mustered.
Sarakon too felt the power of this repulsive force, and it sought to send him flying back too, but his boots dug into the ground and for the most part he stood firm, sliding only a few feet, the rest of the force continuing on through, kicking up clouds of dirt behind the Dark Knight, tracing the path he would have gone had it not been for the strength in his legs and the grip of his boots.
As the residual charge left his arm and his thick, matted hair fell down and the tingling sensation that had overcome him under the force of the charge, he watched the purple orb racing upwards into the clouds, a point of light soaring upwards in a huge arc. Until finally it buried itself inside the overcast canopy, briefly illuminating a dark patch in the clouds.
Perhaps it was a mere coincidence, but immediately afterwards the world seemed to grow darker, while the colours in the sky grew more intense, more contrasting. Now, with a bizarre spontaneity the air held a familiar energy to it, and in the clouds overhead a storm brewed.
Single drops of rain fell softly, and single drops turned to light rain and a gentle pitter patter of rainfall filled the deadly silence of the graveyard, growing to a roar as the rain fell heavier and in greater frequency, puddles began to well up in the dirt ground.
All this happened and yet again Sarakon failed to notice it until the storm was upon them in all it’s ferocity and the ground beneath his feet were sodden in mud and swimming in water. Even from the moment he used to glance upwards and look upon the path of the orb that had just been sent his way, his mind had been at work yet again.
His spirit poured into the earth, donating the energy of his blackened soul to the land itself and under his power fault lines tore open and the earth roared in pain. Vast sheets of land shot upwards, while others fell downwards or crumbled away into dust.
Sarakon stood proud atop a growing pedestal of earth as the landscape around was mutilated by his power. Spires of rock thrust themselves out of the ground violently and jets of liquid fire erupted in the pits and trenches formed by the collapsing sections of earth.
And as Sarakon finally noticed the torrential rainfall that bore down in him atop his vantage point he looked down on his handiwork, a complex system of mountains and trenches, hazardous slippery surfaces slick with rainfall and pools of molten rock where once there had been a calm place of rest for the dead.
Now they would see if they were equal.
[ooc – bah, over the top attack I know but I felt like changing the landscape, and there was no specific attack actually done to you so feel free to react to this however you like mate xD At least I got this one done pretty quickly eh] |
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Last edited by Lennon Legend : 03.06.04 at 11:13:55.
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