Life is precious.

His little jig of joy was contagious and the lioness found herself dancing on her four paws, claws extended to keep herself balanced on the root. It wasn't until her friend slipped that she paused in her happy dance and extend a paw to try and grab him. However, he managed to right himself without her help so she let him be, only giving a concerned look in his direction. Was he alright? If they needed to they could spar another day. It seemed as if the vulture didn't want to speak of how he'd almost fallen from his perch as he moved right on to a different subject. With one last concerned look at him the lioness nodded her head. "Yeah! I wonder what secrets they hold." She was so interested to see the memories of a golem... if they had any.

"Yeah! Magic fight!" She kneaded her paws on the bark in anticipation while the bird dissipated the mist around them. Whoa... His powers were cool. She had nothing like that... What would she ever do? "I'm ready." And she was for a plan formed in her mind.

The little lioness sat down on the root and began licking at her chest fur. It probably looked as if she'd forgotten all about the fight but that was far from true...

In her head she was pulling on the magic from her gem to release a huge burst of her power and it worked. While it looked as if she wasn't paying attention to anything but in all reality she was just trying to put Aza off so that her spell would have more of an effect. When she relased the energy from her gem it was a blast of concentrated mental power, a sharp and high-pitched scream. This scream wasn't verbal though, it was mental and wouldn't be heard by Aza's physical ears but it would be heard in his brain. The lioness hoped it would startle him and perhaps make him fall from his perch.

"Speech." || "Thoughts."

table by lisa

words: 338
tagged: Aza'zel
ooc: ---
muse: 6/10

The fog cleared away from the bird, and he chirped with delight. It'd been a while since his gusts actually worked, where most of the time, they simply said 'no' and would not do anything but maybe one little breath of wind. Here, it had been a wonderful gust. Glancing back at the cub, who had begun to groom herself, seemingly forgetting about the fight already. Well. Maybe The Bone King could use this to his advantage. Flapping his wings to fly a short distance off, the bird would crouch low to the ground, carmine eyes glimmering and his stone shining as he focused his magicka. But soon enough, it'd fizzle out. All that Azazel could hear in his head was a violent screech, louder than a banshee's cry in his head. His skull drummed dully and he shook his head, moving to and fro in attempts to escape the sound. It finally faded, but the ave now had a dull headache. "Aayyyeee... that's pretty good." Drunkenly stumbling about, the bird lifted a wing and rubbed his beak, head now focused only on the pain in his skull. "But it won't effect a golem. They don't hear anything." Snickering, the bird took to the air. If Makyna thought he couldn't give her a headache, he was wrong.

Flapping his wings in strong and powerful strokes, he'd imagine the air vibrating hard, molecules compacting close and rubbing against one another. He also subconciously imagined the air thickening and increasing in pressure, to condense it closely about the cub so it would be difficult for her to move... as if that'd help due to her arcanic elemental affinity. But shhhh, don't tell Azazel that!

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{ FIGHT STATS }
AZAZEL v. MAKYNA for MAGIC SPAR
ONE TWO

{ INJURIES } ~ dull headache from telepathic scream
{ OOC } ~ next round would be round two, as makyna stared the fight

Life is precious.

A worried expression appeared on Makyna's face when she saw that her attack had disoriented so much. Well, what had she expected really? She knew that this play fight would probably end up with them getting mildly hurt or the like but it didn't feel nice to do this to her friends. "Th-thanks." She said nervously to his compliment. She supposed it was an okay attack... to another creature attacking her and not a golem. Silly, Ky. She'd forgotten that the golems weren't real gembounds like she and Aza. They were apparently unfeeling and wouldn't hear the telepathic scream. "Oh yeah... hehe, guess I forgot."

She watched as the vulture took flight but as she turned to follow his assent into the air she found it increasingly difficult to move. Ugh... why was it so hard? Perhaps this was one of Aza's magic spells. No matter, she had other ways to defend herself. The lioness allowed the air to root her to the spot, to make it harder for her to be moved. Then, she looked around for something and found exactly what she wanted to do. Her tongue poked out of the side of her mouth as she focused on one of Aza's wings.

She could feel her magic working and she hoped her using her magic would be enough to stall his wingbeats for a few moments to get him to fall or lower his defense. Golems didn't have wings but they had rock parts and if she could budge Aza's wing perhaps she could remove a rocky head from a golem.

"Speech." || "Thoughts."

table by lisa

words: 264
tagged: Aza'zel
ooc: My bad... should have done this for the first round XD
Round 1:
Attacks: Telepathic scream
Injuries: None
Defences: Pfft, ain't nobody got time for defenses!
Round 2:
Attacks: Trying to move or stall Aza's wing.
Injuries: Not exactly an injury but she's rooted to the spot... on the root.
Defenses: Allowing Aza's magic to root her to the spot so she's more stable.
muse: 6/10

Happy with the fact that the lioness had difficulty moving, the bird would attempt to dip downwards. His left wing would flap in one mighty powerful stroke, but his right... it wouldn't move one bit! Panic rose in Azazel's chest and he cast a quick glance down toward the tempest. She seemed to be focused solely on his wing, and he cast a quick spell. If only he could break that concentration. Imagining the air vibrating about him and the general vicinity of the place, he tried to muster up what magicka was left in him. He'd fall no matter what, for the group careened closer and closer to him. He could only hope to disorientate the cub back, and maybe cause some damage to the root that she was... rooted down to. He'd have to sacrifice his airy hold on her, however, which he had no problem doing.

Regardless if his vibrations worked or not, the ave fell down to the terra firma of the room. His left wing flailed about, trying to slow himself to no avail. Sticking his legs out, he would try to catch himself. He would, but it would be sloppy and he'd land right on his stalled wing, leaving a few bruises on it.

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{ FIGHT STATS }
AZAZEL v. MAKYNA for MAGIC SPAR
ONE TWO

{ INJURIES } ~ dull headache from telepathic scream, bruises on right wing from landing sloppily
{ OOC } ~ and we're done! i'll request a gm to judge this, and we'll see how it went!

Character: Makyna Age: +1 (1 Cycle) Magic Level: +3 (Pupil) ROUND 1 Attempt: +14 Penalties: -0 ROUND 2 Attempt: +16 Penalties: -0 Total: 34

Character: Azazel Age: +1 (1 Cycle) Magic Level: +3 (Pupil) ROUND 1 Attempt: +15 Penalties: -0 ROUND 2 Attempt: +17 Penalties: -0 Total: 36

WINNER: Azazel

Life is precious.

It seemed as if her spell worked and the vulture was falling down, down, down, but not before he cast a spell on her! The root that she was standing on starting shaking and partially crumbled away. Now that the air pressure settled back down she wasn't rooted to the spot anymore. "Whoa!" She yelled as she teetered forwards then back and finally fell. Her claws grasped at the root, creating a scratching sound before she hit the swampy ground face first.

Yuck. Was all she could think as she picked herself up off the ground. The mud caked around her face and body, making her feel all icky. There was no way she would lick this disgusting mess off, it would make her mouth feel yucky for days. Ugh... She would just have to deal with it. Now that she was all muddy she had no want to fight anymore... She just wanted a bath. Fortunately the Core had plenty of water for her to wash in in.

Shaking her paws disdainfully as she went the little cub walked up Aza'zel, feeling bad that she had made him fall. "I'm sorry, Aza. Are you hurt?" She asked. The lioness would have taken a seat but the mud caked to her dissuaded that. It was probably obvious from her posture that she wanted nothing more than to go wash the mud off. Maybe they could actually stop in Pisces first... Convince a few others to go with them to Polaris.

"Speech." || "Thoughts."

table by lisa

words: 250
tagged: Aza'zel
ooc: ---
muse: 5/10

Careening into the mud, the bird sorely pulled himself up, face covered in slick brown earth. "Euck." The Bone King murmured, ruffling his feathers to try and shake off a little bit of the muck. He definitely wanted a bath now. He didn't like this being muddy thing, and Makyna didn't either. Seeing her approach, the bird straightened a little. Her apologizes went right over the ave's head, and he glanced off to the side. "No. I'm sorry. And I'm find. Just a few bruises and a whole lotta mud." Smiling, the ave looked back at his new research pal, chirping quietly and cheerfully, "I needed a bath anyways." To be honest, the bone-eater needed baths a lot. It was like, a weekly thing to bathe, for the bird.

Nodding, he'd hobble off a ways and turn back to the cub. "Come on! Let's go on a golem hunt! But. Maybe stop in Pisces to take a bath, first. Unless Polaris suits your fancy?" No matter, he'd continue to hobble off, leaving a little trail of muddy footprints in his wake.

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{ E X I T A Z A Z E L }

Life is precious.

Well, seemed as if they were both sorry. That worked. The lioness gave a toothy grin before peering disdainfully down at her own coat. "Hehe, me too." Not really but in the lioness' opinion one could never have to many baths. Being clean was a lovely thing.

Taking off after her new friend and research partner the lioness moved her legs in a trot to come abreast of him. "Let's just go to Polaris." She answered. "There's water there and we'll be close to the golems." Hopefully they'd have some sort of adventure when they visited Polaris. The lioness could do with an eventful study.

"Speech." || "Thoughts."

table by lisa

words: 105
tagged: Closed
ooc: Short cause ending...
muse: 4/10