Nivel at the shield games (I got permission from Nightmare to attempt this)
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by Nivel on August 29th, 2014, 1:57 am
11th day of Summer, 514 AV
Nivel was filled with excitement and a little bit of nervousness as she waited to be called into the area. Her patron Grey was busy preforming different some type of strange magic on her that Grey said would help protect her in the arena. Nivel took a peak at the magical process and found that her patron was blowing a strange translucent membrane from her mouth that slowly encased the pycon. Nivel watched as this magic slowly crept over her arms and other limbs like nothing she had ever seen before. A light tap on the head broke Nivel from her fixation “okay you are ready my dear” Stated Grey “Now for your weapon, hand it over”
Nivel gave her patron the key shaped Pypole that she had humbly named Grick. Nivel hadn't really used Grick for fighting yet, she wasn't sure she would even use him for this fight but none the less felt compelled to bring him along. When Grick was handed back to her she could see he was covered in different coloured layers, the pycon didn't know what each layer represented or why there was even more then one but now wasn't really the time for questions about djed.
The tiny squire entered the arena, and at first was overwhelmed with the cheering crowds but took a few deep breaths and proceed. She looked out at the people that had come to see her and at the beautiful banners to various gods and goddesses. Nivel was told that because today was meant to be a battle of brawn that it was dedicated to Izurdin, Nivel assumed it was because he was some kind of god or strength or something along those lines. The gods symbol was a hammer and she could see it in many of the banners and decorations of the arena.
It wasn't long before her opponent made his present known, he was a Tall folk who like Nivel opted out of wearing armour. Her opponent hadn't even worn a shirt which was different than most tall folk Nivel had meet who seemed to always be covered up. she admired the illustrations on his bare chest and wondered if they were magical in nature. She was eager to see what magical skills he would employ in this fight. The pycon felt a bit at a disadvantage from the lack of offensive magic she had but knew she would have fun regardless. With the wards she had on her body she felt a little more comfortable with the possiblity of fireballs being thrown her way, but still didn't know how effective they were. She entered the centre of the designated fighting area along with her opponent and waited for the fight to start.
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by Nivel on November 20th, 2014, 2:46 am
Another attack with the spectral tendrils came Nivel's way and she used another bust of her flux to move around the Tall folk. She hit him again across the other leg this time with a more substantial mallet shaped arm. She did this to weaken the legs of her opponent but soon realized that the wards covering Tobias would keep any actual damage from happening. This gave Nivel and extra challenge as making her opponents fall to the ground was always her goal in a fight. Having them on the ground greatly decreased the possibility of being squished, she didn't like the idea of being stuck on the ground were she could be flattened under someones foot at any moment. She thought she might try and climb him but the Tall folk didn't have as much foot holds as other Squires did and she wasn't very good at Climbing.
The Announcer called out another one of Nivels points and all the pycon could think about was how horribly boring it must be to constantly call out each hit they made. The two fighters were tied now with two points each, but Nivel wasn't really sure how long this fight would take. Her legs were starting to feel the strain from using her flux so she would need to get off the ground if she was to win this fight.
Her opponent didn't seem to realize where Nivel was due to her speedy retreat and she took the opportunity to attempt to climb him. She placed grick on her hip and held it there with clay before attempting to ascend. She extended an outstretched limb to grab onto his pant leg and was lucky enough to succeed in doing so. Tobias quickly realized what was going on and brought his astral body back into his arms. Nivel quickly grabbed a higher portion of his pants to escape the grasp of the Tall folk. She moved to the back of his pants and lashed at him with her tails earning her another point. Then she jumped off to avoid his grasp again, since she didn't know where else to go. It was tough climbing a shirtless Tall Folk, they didn't have much to grab onto.
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by Nivel on November 21st, 2014, 7:37 pm
Tobias seemed to realize that his projection magic wasn’t going to be of much use against the pycon, because he stopped using it all together and began attacking Nivel with a barrage of foot stomps. He was acting like an angry house owner ridding himself of invading cockroaches and mice as Nivel nimbly hoped out of the way of each upcoming boot. Tobias seemed desperate now, even though Nivel was only slightly in the lead anything but flawless victory would be disgraceful in his mind. Nivel on the other hand was actually enjoying every minute of this fight even if her legs felt were pretty tired and her nexus was beginning to ache. She knew that if one of his feet connected with her, it would be an end to the fight and the pycon didn’t want that to happen yet.
Flux magic would really help Nivel get back on the offensive but she knew it was far too risky to try it again. Even keeping her autistics active was a bit of a strain and the passive skill didn’t even take much concentration. All of her energy was on getting away from the relentless and vicious stopping of the massive feet. She managed to snap at one of his calves, earning her another point but that only served to make Tobias fight even harder. He let out a hard kick that connected with Nivel and sent her rolling like a rag doll on the ground. She rolled out the way just in time to evade yet another hard stomp to the ground.
Thankfully for Nivel, Tobias was getting visibly tired. His earlier magic use must have put stain on him, not to mention all the physical exertion he’d put himself under. The pycon wasn’t sure how long she could keep herself from being flattened if he had kept charging at her like he was doing. The Tall folk was hunched with his hands on his knees while he struggled to catch breath. He glared at Nivel in disgust the whole time as if she was the root of all his problems.
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