[Flashback] Lightning doesn't strike twice (Clyde)

[Bob Barton]

The statement got a little on Bob's nerves and he shouted "Things just don't go according to plan for me today!" seeing that Clyde is now using four fireballs flying around him instead of one. Wait...three now since one was hurtling over to him but Bob was prepared for that already. Bob sidestepped the fireball by dragging his foot in a circular motion this time adding to the trash talk "Alright buddy, I know you miss me but this is too much" grinning as the fireball impacted releasing the heat on the spot behind him.

Bob didn't really know what was going to happen after this. All logic and reason which dictated his moves seemed to be useless in this fight. What is logic and reason when magic comes into play involving a god anyway? Bob was getting tired now. This next move could be the deciding factor of the match he concluded seeing his shaking limbs and racing heart that he didn't have enough time and energy to spare.

Bob tossed the snowball on his left he had been transmuting since the beginning into water towards the campfire. At least most of it should have been water and midflight the snowball fully became a waterball which will put out the Clyde's fire source. Without any time to wait, Bob threw the snowball on his other hand and aimed at the tree above Clyde. With all his concentration on keeping the waterball in shape and on its trajectory, Bob had to rely on his luck that the snowball would get its target. He just hoped that Clyde would be distracted reacting to the waterball that he would forget about the snowball.

There was a funny taste in Bob's mouth now as he thought "No more dirty snow water for me." With both hands now free Bob went down on his knees to the ground where he dragged his foot to make the circle mark. It was a glyph, only bigger that Clyde should be able to see. There Bob put some res into one of his hands and started to absorb the snow again with the focus to help him. Only two snowballs against three fireballs...Bob needed one more to even the odds.

[Clyde Sullins]

Clyde was nothing if not fast at reacting. Seeing the first ball coming towards him, he shot one of his 3 balls to collide with it. Not that it would have had much effect if it had hit, as Clyde had already drawn the entire fire in. The two balls collided, exploding with sparks and water. Next Bob threw a ball over Clydes head, to hit the tree. This one Clyde blocked with his second fireball. However now having taken in the entire source of fire, his larger ball was quickly diminishing. It had already shrunk, and got even smaller as Clyde split off a second ball to rotate along with the other around the larger mass. This had little flame left, but still had its core of res. He had maybe enough fire to make two more balls, and then there would be just a res core left there, along with the two balls he had orbiting the larger mass. "You know, your aim is pretty bad, maybe you should take some target practice!"

[Bob Barton]

Bob shouted over to Clyde as he was attracting the snow on the glpyh "Of course its bad, you are the one who wanted to have a sparring duel with an inexperienced novice like me!" the more the both of them talked the more time Bob would have to accumulate the snow. The glyph made the attraction fast but not fast enough for Bob and he was desperate to end the match about now. Squatting down at the cold snow without his nice, warm coat is especially bad for health. His arms are beginning to feel numb from the cold and being stiffly held in place for so long.

With the desperation he began clawing into the snow digging them up and dumping it on the already accumulating snowball on his hand. Bob's nails started to get ruined and fingers started to bleed especially when the rough dirt and snow got to it but he just ignored the pain until he rolled them up to become a dirt-snowball. He stood up with the giant ball now needing to be carried by both hands, only the attraction of the snow with his res was holding it together. It took every last ounce of his strength just to throw that big ball he aimed right at Clyde body and after that Bob dropped back sitting on the floor.

[Clyde Sullins]

Fighting on, Clyde watched as Bob kept on making snow. Now he made it quite big, and tossed the large ball at him. Reacting, Clyde did his best to stop it, sending both of his fireballs to take it out. Each collided with the larger ball, sending chunks of it off. Powder snow puffed out, getting all over him. In the confusion, Clyde was blinded for a moment, and the ball collided with his in front of him. There was enough snow left to take out the remaining fire and knocking it off of the ball. This left him standing with a ball of res, brushing snow out of his eyes. With no more fire left, he panted, feeling the warmth suddenly leaving him, which had been hitting him before. "Ah, that was a good one, though you got a bit lucky. Some of your snow got in my eyes. But good job, whatever works. You managed to take out my fire, or knock it away." Standing there, Clyde started to feel a bit winded and tired. He had not overgiven yet, since he had been lucky enough to not need to produce any elements. It was much easier to attract it and manipulate it than to produce it and then manipulate it.

[Bob Barton]

Puffing and panting on the ground, Bob saw that finally he had an effective attack somehow or another. Now Clyde is out of firepower and is temporarily blinded. It could finally be his chance to end this match as the winner.

Bob put both of his hands behind to try and support him to get back on his feet but in his weakened state, one of his hands slipped and he fell with a "BUMP!" right on the bottom. Hopefully Clyde did not see that and he tried again making sure he had a proper grip on the snow. With that he used his feet to lift himself off and was able to stand up although a bit wobbly at the knees. Bob knew he could no longer stoop down on the ground to get more snow unless he didn't want to get up for a looooonnnggg time.

Looking back at Clyde he tried to reach for a compromise "Look, you're out of fire for your reimancy, my coat is burnt and I am left in the cold. Lets call this a good time of sparring and leave it at that? We can always continue next time if you want." It was a weak argument, but Bob is on the verge of losing and still would not want to admit his loss to a boy no matter how powerful he is. So he'd rather settle for a draw.

[Clyde Sullins]

Wiping the snow from his eyes, Clyde once more peered over at Bob. By the tim he could see, Bob was almost completely on his feet. A bit tired himself, he was about ready to finish. Though not as tired it seemed as Bob, who had to keep transmuting the snow. Whereas Clyde had only had to take the snow and form it into attacks. But know it seemed Bob was ready to stop, and Clyde was not one to keep going against someone who did not want to. He nodded, and continued on. "Sure, we could both use a breather. Here, I will use some of my res to restart the fire, why dont you come over by it and warm up?" Saying this, he would motion with his hands and break off a part of the res. Igniting it, he threw it were the fire had been previously. With a whooshing sound, it landed, and ignited the sticks and charred bits, returning it to its previous lit state. Walking over himself he would get by it, and warm himself on its radiating heat. He was about ready for a break, and should probably go home himself soon. Taking in the last of the res he had produced, he absorbed as much as he could. Though as always, he never got back as much as he had sent out, some was always lost in the transfer.

[Bob Barton]

Bob went over to the fire but not before picking up his coat. Since the sparring session is over, he allowed himself to rest sitting himself by it. At this point it wouldn't matter that the strength has left his legs since well...he did not lose yet according to his interpretation.

Looking at Clyde he gestured over his campsite "Well, as you can see I am preparing to move out of camp. No sense in allowing the wolf to get the jump on me if it ever gets back. Do you have any other hiding spots I can get to?" Then Bob looked over his coat. The sleeve was charred but not that badly so it was still usable. But it was still a good coat and now its damaged so he waved it in front of Clyde taunting "By the way, you owe me a new coat unless you know how to sew."

[Clyde Sullins]

Sitting there, Clyde listened as he let his body rest. He was ready for a good rest, but it seemed he still needed to interact. It was hard to tell if this was just a part of his personality, or if it was an effect of overgiving, as that was one possible effect. He tried to think of another spot, and then Bob went on with mentioning his coat. Looking it over, it did not seem destroyed, simply needing repair. "Well, I do know another spot, it is a ways in that direction. It is near a small stream. A bit nice for ambient noise. And your coat? Well, it seems it is a casualty of war. Nope I dont know anything about sowing, my mom is not to bad about it." He said this last bit assuming Bob was being sarcastic, and then continued on to explain how to get to the location he had said. It was not to hard to find, once you knew were it was. -exit-

[Growl]

Appreciation Time! Name: Bob Experience: +2 Interrogation, +2 Rhetoric, +1 Intimidation, +3 Reimancy, +1 Glyphing Lore: Too Many Flaws, I Get a Free Shot!, Catching Fire Other: If you didn't dispose of the coat, you may want to mention its being burned on your CS. Name: Clyde Experience: +3 Rhetoric, +3 Reimancy, +1 Interrogation Lore: You Game?, Using Magic Against a Friend, Throwing Fireballs Additional Notes: PM with questions or concerns.