Smite The Wicked (Titus)

[Ignotus Everto]

"Again with throwing things?" Ignotus thought with some degree of distaste. As Titus knelt, the wizard expanded the ring into a cylinder, the Res now so thin that it was almost completely transparent. Seen through it, the wizard seemed to have a faint azure glow. With a small circular motion of his hands not unlike waxing a floor, Ignotus willed his Res to spin. While it spun, he attracted air to it- the result being that one after another, the shards flew at him, and were flung around him and into the river by strong winds that took from air up to thirteen meters away, taking a few cinders with it- the fire Ignotus had lit earlier had engulfed the bush entirely, and was now climbing up the spruce tree.

The handle was a very different matter. It was far too heavy to be moved in the same way he deflected the shards. He also couldn't duck out of the way in time. This required a touch of ingenuity. And while his muscles wouldn't obey his will quite fast enough... His Res would.

A sizeable sliver of the vapor suddenly transmuted itself into air at Ignotus' feet. As before, the atmospheric disturbance caused by this resulted in a blast of air. This time, one that shot the Nuit's legs out from under him and sent him careening to earth. Thus, he escaped relatively unscathed- the handle flew over his head, and though his wrists hurt a little, that... Well no, that probably would be permanent. Of course, the flip side of this was that he was face-down on the ground. Not a good place to be. With little desire to become a corpse, the top half of the cylinder flared outward and transmuted itself into fire, buying the Nuit some time to scramble to his feet- unless Titus was willing to stomach the heavy burns and charge him regardless.

[Titus]

The giant roared forward as he twisted with his swing. He stopped inches before the river as he watched the man fall to the ground. His attention turned to the fire that now acted to protect this wizard. Titus hand gripped the handle as the rage filled his body. "I'm going to crush every bone in your body" he roared as he lunged forward through the flames as they burned his leather chest-piece and his exposed arms and neck. He was now positioned above the man, he turned his body and sent his elbow crashing down into the mans back. He would use his body weight to pin the man down as he brought up the handle as much as he could and send it crashing down onto Iggys shoulder. He would then move to sit on the wizards back and using his free hand, push his head into the dirt. Titus' snorts of rage could be heard through the crackling of the fire, as the giant wanted nothing more then to crush this man under his own weight. "Is there any reason for me to let you live" he spat, not ready for this fight to be over. "Magic is a cowards way to fight, you do nothing but throw fire and lightning and now look where you are. Face first in the dirt, death rushing towards you" he said. He rolled the lance handle in his hand before slamming it down next to the mans head. It dug into the earth enough to make it sit at an odd angle, as Titus brought up his now free hands together, forming a giant fist. He slammed them down in between Iggy's shoulder blades.

[Ignotus Everto]

OOCDone with the permission of the player.

What Titus did not quite realize was that he had made a very resourceful man very angry, and while the deafening screech that followed his first impact was quite gratifying, the Nuit realized that he would have to remove this threat sensibly. Now, he could have tried to convince Titus, but that didn't go so well, nor did it bode well with the wizard. "Is this how men act?" he asked, lacing his words with Djed. This time imparting a sense of guilt. Doubt. Was what he was doing truly right? The fist between his shoulder blades elicited another cry of guilt, and Titus would be able to tease out a faint arcane mumbling- a string of Nader-Canoch words designed to aid focus. The Nuit was a Projectionist among other things, and at the moment he wanted to be able to see what he was hitting.

So with an unnatural urgency that would probably come back to bite him, the wizard detached his astral head from his body, causing it to go limp. Perhaps even making him look dead- well, deader- to the untrained eye. In the meanwhile, the Nuit was able to turn his incorporeal (and invisible) eyes a full one hundred eighty degrees. It was eating Djed like nothing else, and he didn't have much to begin with, but Ignotus wasn't thinking rationally at the moment. He just wanted to cause pain. Another blow, this time to the temple. How... Fortunate. The wizard just moaned, his mouth being of little use to vocalize his pain.

Oh, but he would get his revenge, he would... And it would be painful. Slowly what remained of his Res coalesced into a small puddle that inched its way under the Nuit's clothes again. Titus, ever the watchful soul, quickly spotted the trickery and lunged for the remains of his lance. It was then that the puddle sprang up into another lumpy cone. He got as far as pulling the lance out of the ground before another air blast sent him hurtling into the river. But mere water wouldn't stop him! The warrior began wading back the instant he regained his footing and cleared the water from his eyes. But as he neared he noticed that another ball of Res was building just above his foe's prone body. And his fingers were trembling. The giant frowned then. More trickery? Then the ball began to compress.

He realized then what was about to happen. Ignotus fitted his soul back into his head then- he knew he could take his sweet time now. "So, tell me..." he giggled as he rolled onto his back, pupils dilated, upper lip and left eyelid twitching involuntarily. "What exactly were you saying before?"

Titus barely had time to open his mouth before the lightning bolt struck the river. Every muscle in the warrior's body seized as energy coursed through it, and for a few ticks he remained standing. A half-dozen fish floated to the surface. Finally, the giant's body sagged, then fell with a resounding splash. Titus Walker was dead, the current his mute undertaker. Ignotus left the fire burning. He was starting to see spots, and strange shapes swam at the edge of his vision. Let the forest burn down, for all he cared. He needed to get a psyche check and a new body. Vino trundled along behind the twitching wizard as the first of the blazing spruce trees fell with a roar.

[Abstract]

Ignotus

Skills

+ Socialization - 1
+ Hypnotism - 2
+ Reimancy - 4
+ Projection - 1

Lores

+ Poison beaked humming birds?
+ Animation is wonderful
+ An annoying man in the woods

Other: Iggy will have pain in his wrists from overgiving for a season, as well as a slight slur. The right side of his head will be numb, though will quickly fade away over the next few days, leaving him only with a dead eye for 10 days from the fight. He will have scratches on his back and wrists from falling as well.


Notes

Because you asked I must admit, I love Iggy as a character... he's very logical, but humorous at the same time... but unintentionally. Iggy's fighting was quite interesting, and I liked the use of the air circle thing to block the things flying at you.

If you have any questions, comments or concerns about this grade, please PM me and we can work it out!