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原先发布于：The Digital Dojo
7/25/2016 12:27:03 AM
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The fireballs seemed to splash against his robes. They were slightly darkened but still intact.
"[i]chélie laguz[/i]"
Four punches glowed as moisture was pulled from the air, plants, and ground and stuck to Nora's armor. More flowed towards Nora and began to form a sphere around her.
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Stian slid back and rolled backwards to regain his footing. He held his sword in front of him like a cross and spoke. "[i]tá ifreann ithe agat[/i]" The ground around Nora peeled upwards and wrapped around in a sphere, trapping her inside. He immediately began to chant a series of phrases over and over. "[i]an solas. An dorchadas. De na seacht réalta. An solas. An dorchadas. De na seacht réalta. An solas...[/i]"
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Stian continues to chant louder with each repeated phrase. Soon enough, the effects were beginning to take shape. The once bright and sunny day in which they had begun now started to become overcast with thick, black clouds. The air became stagnant and dry while the grass started to wither first to a light brown, then to black. The ground began to crack as well as the soil turning to sand. The more Stian chanted, the more these effects spread.
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Stian stopped chanting and spoke again. "[i]a chur saol agas é a seal chun báis[/i]" All the darkness that had spread seemed to swell in front of him. The effects did not disappear, however. The negative energy compressed and swelled into a small place directly in front of Stian, the effects were so serious in this dead space, the area was void of any air, earth, or life. Stian released this shot directly towards Nora.
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The shot was slow but precise. Stian was feeling drowsy after the fact but he ignored it. He threw out a few more punches, bringing the count to 15. One of them glowed the same bright blue, but it felt much more negative. The color was the same but the energy was much darker. "[i]tarraingt ó chroí dubh na diabhail[/i]" The shot of darkness flung forward and contacted with Nora.
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Stian makes solid contact with the thick trunk of a tree. But, thanks to the spell he had cast before, it was dry and shriveled so it snapped upon contact. He was groaning as he pulled himself up. "That one hurt. I'm far too old to be flung around like this." He was actually only 29 but tended to complain anyway.
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"If you feel it's a good idea to continue I will oblige but..." Stian gestured around at the burned, overgrown, and dead plant life as well as the random patches of dead and burned grass. "It may be in our best interest not to cause much more devastation to the local area of any people are around"
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[spoiler]okay good[/spoiler] "How noble. Dabbling in the magic of life, are we?" Stian twirled his sword and sheathed it. At the same time, the metal punches around him lined up and flew back into the pouch at his waist. "Dangerous games, one wrong move and you'll create horrible abominations with the wave of a hand"
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"Good. Should I hang out in the front entrance or wherever?" He pulled out a small Norse cross from around his neck and fiddled with it. He hardly seemed aware he was. "As long as I get a place to rest I should be fine. I place to stay for a good deal to train, however"
