Zajora vs. Jon

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  1. adad64

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    ((I assume we post Exhibition battles here since they don't require contact with the Arena Lord))

    Zajora tentatively approached the arena. He hadn't been here before, though he'd heard a great deal about it from friends, associates, nonsensical darknuts, and books. He'd signed on for a battle with a Jon fellow, but he didn't seem to be here yet. He stepped onto the warp tile leading to the arena and found himself amidst a cheering crowd. Grinning and waving to everyone around he felt his spirits lift. Anything with this many people cheering for him couldn't possibly be bad. Even though this place did seem a bit ominous.

    As if to confirm his suspicions a gout of flame leapt up from just to his left. Jumping back quickly and nearly comically high he avoided being roasted before the fight even began. He now noticed holes scattered throughout the charred, rocky surface of the arena. And below that seemed to be a lake of magma. He gulped at the sight. He may not be a deku, but he wasn't exactly inflammable either. Lowering his hood to try and compensate for the heat he found a relatively safe spot to wait for his opponent.

    He felt something shift under him and he frowned. Checking his wallet he found only a single blue rupee left. Of course, the twenty rupees he'd wagered. They probably wanted it now in case he... Fell in or something. This area really wasn't to his advantage. There weren't structures or poles he could jump to for safety, and the constant eruptions of flame made dancing around the arena dangerous. All the same he thought he stood a fair chance. After all he was an accomplished mage! And if that failed, what kind of despicable person could use their full strength on a kid? Certainly not the kind that would fight possibly to the death in an arena for a single red rupee of their own volition. Oh dear. What had he gotten himself into now?
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    (I think that's how these things go. Just to confirm, we are doing an exhibition match with a 20 rupee wager per head)

    Jon followed soon after Zajora entered the arena. He had spent the previous few hours polishing and honing his gear. His war-hammer had gotten a freshly polished head and sharpened spike, and Fire-Brand's edge had gotten many a whetstone stroke.

    Now, Jon was ready for battle. Clad in silvered steel klivanion and oiled black steel king's mail, he was surely a sight to behold. Approaching the warp tile into the arena, he donned his ornate, steel barbute helm and readied his great war-hammer for immediate combat. Before entering, he leaned the hammer against the wall and drew Fire-Brand, wiping the bastard sword down with an oiled cloth before placing it back in its scabbard. Again, his mail-clad feet carried him step-by-step into the blue light rising from the ground.

    ZAP!!

    As soon as he stepped onto the tile, Jon was drowned in a fierce blue aura. Even as this thick, blue mist swirled around him, Jon felt his feet touch down on solid rock. Moving forward, he watched a subterranean arena materialize before him, the cool, fluid touch of the blue aura rapidly replaced with the harsh heat of the magma churning in the pit around him. He took a moment to inspect his surroundings. He found he stood near one edge of a large, circular slab of rock situated in the middle of a large pit of molten earth.

    The arena itself seemed about 100 meters across, around which was a wide moat which held the blood of molten rock about 20 meters below. Past this moat was a gigantic cage of sturdy, black iron, encircling the whole of the coliseum. Just beyond this cage were the rows of bleachers holding the howling masses of spectators come to watch this fight to the potential death.

    As Zajora discovered on his own time, the arena was riddled with manhole-sized vents through which magma and hot gasses would occasionally come spewing forth to scorch any unfortunate passers by, and the surface of the platform was rough besides. Jon noted that he would need to watch his feet almost as much as his foe.

    Toward that note, Jon then noticed a man, rather small of stature and wearing a flowing cloak, huddled at the opposite end of the arena. More than anything, the warrior was baffled by the little man's size. From this distance, the "man" could have turned out to be a Kokiri, or a Deku, but perhaps he was just a dwarf. It made no matter to Jon of the House of Augustus. He had come to fight and win glory by the blood of his foes.

    Jon adjusted his barbute helm on the crest of his head, then gripped his hammer tightly, raising his massive shield to battle stance.

    "You! My name is Jon, a son of the proud House of Augustus of Kakariko! Know my name and fear it!"

    He cried out across the arena before making his aggressive, yet cautious, due to those rough surfaces and magma vents, advance toward Zajora.
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    Zajora grinned when he saw his opponent. A stuffy knight, perfect. "Ha! Fear you? A little kid could beat you!" He stepped back and cast Din's Burst, making a fiery ball accelerate towards Jon. It was fairly slow to start out and hopefully he'd just lean to the side. That way when it exploded it would catch him in its fiery explosion of death! Of course that would make him a murderer. Perhaps he should have thought of that before he entered this arena.

    He shook his head, now was not the time for ethical questions, now was the time to fight! And win! "I'll prove it too!" He shouted in a voice too high pitched to be taken seriously. His eyes jumped around the area. This really wasn't the most favorable area. Why had he requested something "with fire" for fire's sake? Stupid, but it certainly would help with the crowd appeal. He glanced below, it was a fairly long fall to a pit of lava. If he fell there wasn't much he could do.

    He looked around the area, planning his escape route in case things got bad. The bars seemed far away, but with the long drop perhaps he could do a running jump off the edge and rely on his Roc's cape and feather fall to make it to the end before he dropped into the lava. Definitely a last resort, if he missed that would not be good. He also tried to measure the timing between fire spurts, but it seemed completely random to him, so maybe there wasn't a pattern at all. He focused on Jon again, his fireball was nearing the knight. What would his opponent do?
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    Jon was rather surprised that this small man was able to conjure such magic, but he was not yet frightened. However, by power of logic, the warrior decided not to run straight toward his foe, but rather run along a ring toward Zajora, with his left side facing his foe at all times. In this way, he would try to hook around Din's Burst, as well as keep himself shielded form other attacks while charging in to strike from Zajora's left side.
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    Zajora dashed to the right, running in a circle opposite to Jon's. He shot a fireball across in order to discourage pursuit. Just running in circles wouldn't help him at all. He knew Jon could probably beat him in a fair race, even with the Roc's Cape. Pesky short legs. He was wearing a full set of armor though, and that would probably make up for it. He just had to keep his distance and he'd be fine.
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    OOC: As discussed in the chatbox, Zajora should be moving to his right, not left. I can't actually edit that for Adad, but on account of my mistake above, I'll make a note of it here.

    Jon took heed of the fireball being shot toward the center of the circle. That, of course, meant he could not cut to the inside of the circle and intercept the small man, but that was just as well. Jon's stride was significantly longer than Zajora's, and his armor was not nearly as heavy as a full suit of steel plate, so he would have some time before becoming truly exhausted. His one issue was the uneven terrain and the geysers of molten earth. However, he could assume that the shorter legs of his opponent would have a harder time coming with the rough footing.

    So, Jon continued his pursuit along the edge of the arena with war-hammer ready to deliver a punishing blow.
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    Zajora glanced at the man still following him. Neither had scored a hit yet and this game of cat and mouse was beginning to get frustrating. He extended his right hand and a shimmering blue light trailed along his fingers for a moment before solidifying into a shiny reflective blue aura. Nayru's gift wasn't meant to last long, just to deflect any incoming spells or projectiles, but perhaps it would be long enough. The blue trail began shattering behind him and he narrowed his eyes angrily, the pinball idea would never work, the aura shattered too quickly to make an array of mirrors. And he had been so looking forward to watching fireballs dance in the arena.

    Perhaps he could still slow pursuit down, however. Sliding his hand horizontally behind him the flat planes of light faced upwards. The sides were surprisingly sharp and could act as stakes to slow him down while he tried to get a better angle at the pesky knight. When they shattered it would still act as makeshift caltrops similar to broken glass. They would still dissipate fairly quickly though and would only gain him seconds. If all went well, seconds would be all he needed.

    He raised his other hand and launched another fireball at Jon before concentrating on sprinting away. Crazy knight was charging with a huge warhammer drawn. Well he'd always thought that brains beat brawn any day. And with magic thrown into the equation he was sure to win! As long as he didn't catch up with that ominous hammer anyway. Oh please don't let him catch up with that hammer, Zajora silently prayed.
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    Jon took a chance and decided to change tactics slightly. His opponent seemed to have laid out a blue ribbon of glassy shards which covered the uneven ground before him. Surely, this was meant to slow his pursuit along the edge of the arena, Indeed, so was the fireball launched in his direction. Luckily for this southron from the north, Zajora appeared to have left his inner flank open. As the pair circled the arena, Jon could give chase along the edge, as he had been doing to avoid the fireballs launched inward, or he could cut inside the circle and intercept Zajora on the run. This time, it seemed Zajora had decided to concentrate on slowing the man-at-arms down. In the process, he left Jon wide open for a cut inside the circle of the arena's edge, taking a shorter path to intercept the mage.

    Dodging a bubbling magma vent, Jon darted left as quickly as his mail-coated boots could bear him. Of course, this left his right side exposed to attacks from Zajora, but this was a small price to pay for closing the gap to his foe.
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    ((Sorry for taking so long to post. Was really busy. Still am. But HC > RL right?))

    Zajora saw Jon coming in from the inside. He glanced from the charging knight to the lava below to the cage. There was a chance that he simply wouldn't make it and perish in the flames below. On the other hand there was a very real chance of getting smashed in the next few seconds.

    Weighing his rather poor choices he made a quick decision and bolted for the edge. After a mad dash he leapt, going impossibly high with the help of his Roc's Cape. When he started falling he cast feather fall to reduce his downward momentum as he careened towards the edge of the cage and the pit of lava below.

    As he neared the pit of lava his cape flew back and he jumped in midair, making the last distance towards the cage. He reached forward and grabbed on to one of the cage's bars. Scrabbling up he began climbing higher away from the lava and where he could cast fireballs towards his opponent. He laughed to himself, now he was safe from that blasted hammer. He didn't know what else the knight had up his sleeve so he'd have to keep his spells ready for any projectiles that might be thrown at him.

    Reaching a decent height he tossed a fireball back in the general area of the knight. It would be tricky to actually hit him, he'd have to think this through further.
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