Well this was a
disaster.
Ice.
Cold. Khavur was starting to feel a centimeter of
pain wriggling its way through the beast's neurons. Cold was joining it.
This was not good.
But not for the reasons you might think.
'THIS IS NO LESSON. not yet.'
Khavur began to rattle, to flail desperately in an attempt to break from the grips of chill.
'Is this all the puffball?' Khavur... almost didn't
want it to be. That was so...
confusing...
The beast was not... ####--__#_#_Q*)(*)(^*
...able to break free.
Level: Fledgeling
Round: 2/5
Attempt: Break Free
Defense: Absolutely not (although, biologically armored ;3c)
Injuries: Cuts all over its undersides from falling into its own fieldspurs (Khavur can barely feel them).
@Comet
"Yes!" with the glaciate working, they were now frozen and unable to do anything for a time. Comet thought through the list of spells in her head, trying to think which of them would be most effective. Oh, wait. There was one. But should she really? She didn't want to kill them, senseless killing over small things she disapproved of. So that spell was out of the question.
Suddenly, the thought of it. She would need to get close up to them, ideally on their back, so they couldn't get her. But then there was the problem of the glass spikes. Comet summoned the water in her body, and planned to expel the water like a jet, and break all the glass spikes to pieces.
@Jotun
Round: 3/5
Attempt: Break all the glass spikes with fountain
Defense: None
Injuries: None
Okay. Enough was enough. Khavur somehow managed to put off feeling like an idiot. No, for the monster, this was a very intriguing lesson. These two fought with magic and magic alone, it seemed. Even the colossal ursine. They focused on destroying its glass shards. That seemed to be a mistake -- there was more where that came from.
If large things could fight with magic, could they also hunt with magic? Should they? Was it... or was it not? Why wasn't this
answering anything? Why was it making it
more confusing? Perhaps Khavur should mirror them -- its magic wasn't that offensive, but maybe the glass shards could help break the ice if they were strong enough.
More frail glass shards rose to replace the ones that had been destroyed. Few were capable of actually breaking the glass. Khavur roared in frustration. Everything felt like a blur and it didn't know
why.
Level: Fledgeling
Round: 3/5
Attempt: Make more glass shards to break/loosen ice & replace the ones that were destroyed.
Defense: Absolutely not (although, biologically armored ;3c)
Injuries: Cuts all over its undersides from falling into its own fieldspurs (Khavur can barely feel them); stuck in some ice ;u;
@Comet
Jotun
Listening to the breaking of the glass shards was like music to her ears, although it would not last too long. All that Jotun had been attempting to accomplish with her magic was to push this stranger away or at the very least clear the field of dangers, lest someone get seriously injured. That had been successful in a limited fashion - as shown by the scattering shards across the ice.
The beast that had assailed the pair of them was not going to stop. If anything their continued struggle against him caused an uproar of malevolence, and this came to fruition as a fresh wave of glass shards rose up through the earth and punctured the thinner sections of Comet's ice sheet. A few smaller shards embedded themselves in to Jotun: she loosed a bellow as these thorn-like objects penetrated her thick hide along her haunch.
It hurt. She had never hurt before, and did not like it. Her reaction was entirely knee-jerk in quality: funnelling all of that hurt and that spark of rage in to her stone, then directing the brunt of that energy towards the monster with a full-blast of dispersion. Unfortunately her rage was counter-intuitive; Jotun could not summon enough energy to properly cast the spell with her mind so distracted. The energy flooded through her and then hit a wall of adrenaline before dispersing to nothingness.
The failure was well timed, as someone new came bursting on to the scene with a roar of their own. This new monster was immense. Jotun shot them a haughty look and braced herself for more danger, presuming this loud creature was just as unlawful and antagonistic as its precursor. As long as her friend Comet was safe, nothing else really mattered.
Combat (Fledgling level.)
Round 4
Attack: Dispel
Defence: None.
Injuries: Cuts from fieldspur.
@Khavur
A sudden cheering of its name was deeply disruptive indeed. Was that little sibling who was cheering? Who had forgotten Khavur's full
and silly title? A call for
Master Vargas proved even
more distracting for the beast. Would he come...?
When? What would he-- And finally, the "big purple friend" himself appeared, bellowing a question as if it were an order. Welp, that was that. Khavur immediately resigned to defeat, feel free to declare the winners by default. That is, unless Master
Vargas had anything to say about it. Would the Master egg it on? Order an encore? Doubtful. An explanation he had
certainly ordered, however, so that would be attended to first. Khavur would turn to face Master Vargas, perhaps exposing the
myriad of cuts it had been caused to the purple fiend.
Comet was correct. They had been fighting. But Comet had not known why. Khavur could explain, perhaps. In
private. Ah, if only it had been
faster-- 'YOU HAVE FAILED AT EVEN A LESSON YOU-- hush hush hush hush hush hush hush--' it might have been able to evade this consequence.
"Yes, Master Vargas. Fighting. I was fighting these two." 'AND LOSING.' "Com--" 'SHUT IT.' Khavur cleared one of its throats. The large-horned head's one, for that was the one that spoke.
"That is what is-- was going on here." And what would happen now...?
@Vargas