The blows exchanged between Zexion and the Requip mage ignited the crowd, sending them into a frenzy of roars and cheers. They were awestruck by the show and so was he. He had to admit it was somewhat inspiring to see Zexion’s perform such powerful feats. Is this the strength of an a-class wizard he pondered. They clashed with such ferocity Obasi thought the arena would explode; well, the crowd did at least. They were filled with such vigor and life that he’d thought they might rush the arena. It was at that moment he finally realized what he wanted to do. Clarity may have come to him, but so did Zexion who landed at his side. It seemed the blue haired wizard was having a much harder time than they both expected. It was funny, Obasi could tell they were evenly matched, but Crimson held an edge. Perhaps it was due to both their relative newness to such power? Maybe, Crimson was just that powerful? Or perhaps Godfrey was just that good at making weapons. Whatever the case may have been. Things were looking bad.
Events took a worse turn when Crimson persevered through the brunt of Zexion’s attack. He was of course damaged, but not heavily so. In fact, he seemed to regain a second wind when he swapped armors in the blink of an eye.
Attired in samurai garb with a pointed blade to match; Crimson turned his sights on Obasi. “That’s not good.” Obasi said in a whisper. Sword leveled at the young wizard he charged forth. His speed like lightning, he ran towards Obasi, his sword raised, as he prepared to make a leftward slash. Â The Octopus wizard made a risky maneuver. He waited for Crimson to get into range before he projected a magic circle at the ground in front of him. The manifestation of circle heralded the eruption of gooey black tendrils, thick and tall they emerged from the floor, grappling Crimson. Obasi used the samurai wizard’s momentum against him, by waiting until he’d already committed to the charge making it harder for him to dodge. Â Without letting him recover Obasi yelled “Venom of the Black Dragon,” a giant magic circle appearing before him, releasing a blast of acidic black liquid at the ensnared mage. The acidic goo left parts of his armor eaten through and his skin was blistered, but Crimson still grinned. After Obasi’s attack proved futile Crimson broke free of the tendrils and kicked the midget mage, sending him flying several feet away. The force of the impact left Obasi’s little body wrecked, but he could still stand and fight.
Sensing his own inevitable defeat, Obasi buffed Zex’s with a str and endurance spell. “Do you have any more tricks, little boy?” Inquired the cocky Crimson, assured that his opponent had no more fight in him. “Dragon’s Bite” The tentacle claws appeared from before and Obasi lashed out at Crimson. What the samurai thought would be a forward slashed turned into another grapple. The tentacles wrapped around his wrist, their teeth sinking into the exposed flesh. They were successful in getting him to drop his weapon, but Crimson took out a dagger with his free hand and slashed the tentacles. He then hurled the dagger at Obasi who narrowly evaded only because of the tentacles’ disruption. The tendril that was his thumb grabbed the sword tossing it out of the arena while the others fought with Crimson. Being a requip mage it wasn’t so easy and he materialized another dagger to cut off the annoying limbs that gripped him. He was successful in destroying the tentacles, but Obasi took advantage of the brief distraction. Obasi created another magic circle, unleashing a throng of his fluttering
insects(Click me). Â They swarmed the wizard, creating yet another challenge for the man. With this brief opportunity, he told Zex to act. “Hey, Zex you want to try what we did last time?” Hinting at the desperate battle between them and the minor bandit lord.
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