Baelstrom Webbs vs Sune'ere Dra'sen [Class A, Ranked] [Concluded]

Baelstrom Webbs has challenged Sune'ere Dra'sen for A Class Rank 5.  The standard rules apply, three day post limit. The challenger has been summoned to the Amphitheater first. Once both participants have arrived combat begins immediately.

The cross dimensional coliseum would be met with an accumulation of false nimbus clouds black with malice and producing claps of thunder as well bolts of lightning. A force of negativity would descend upon the arena as a torrent of ghoulish green energy takes the form of a funnel, growing larger and more powerful by the second till the raging storm of condemned souls would plow into the heart of the structure with incredible force. Indeed it was a flashy entrance, but not unlike the one the Soulnado transports. With a crack of thunder an a lightning bolt to match the storm would reseed into the heavens, vanishing just as mysteriously as it had appeared. Where the Soulnado had struck the ground with fifty feet of it had been consecrated with intense hatred an evil, standing is a cloaked figure an also the Lich King himself.

Fully adorned in his usual attire the creature would step forward where he would let out a yawn and then look to the watch at his wrist saying, “The bastard better not be late. I have better things to do with my time.” Whirling his scepter about he grips it in both hands, white knuckling it and then would seat himself on a neighboring stand after with that signature swagger of his make way. Crossing one leg over the other he observes the area boredly, taking in the impressiveness as if it were yesterdays news. The cloaked figure in the meantime would seat itself higher up, closing in on the VIP seating though never speaking a word in the process.

The Lich King would look from the hooded figure to his opponent canting his head, which then a hollow breath would be exhaled from that creature of shroud. The drow would nod and then stand draw from his side a rapier that seems to weep blood from its mithril, spewing it as if some vital artery had been struck. With that the dark elf would approach the other man, whom obviously was much larger than he and stand before him looking up into his face. That signature mischievous grin was plastered om his face and he says, “I believe I know you in some fashion or other, but your name means nothing in comparison to what you may taste like.” In his opposing hand he’d hold tight to his scepter and then would begin to stride backwards slowly, which after about twenty feet hed stop to eye his opponent.

Rolling his shoulders he'd stand ready and then says, “Ready when you are…bitch.” In the meantime the figure shrouded in mystery sat atop in the VIP section as if it were the king of England , staring down upon the two as negative energy is exhaled from the hood.

The Lich King knew better than what the other might think and he would find this out himself, which once the first projectile rings with a thunderous sound there was soon a secondary eruption from the other apparent railgun revolver. Both merit the creature’s attention before him and while the second meets the structure an as predicted caused the VIP section to crumble with it's might. The first however would not meet a successful fate or at least what the other might perceive so, because it along with the gauntlets are met with an intangible force. Three rings on his right hand flash with a blue hue that signifies the magic is spent, which activates their enchantment. The force would radiate out from all around him in one metaphysical and physical repellent, seemingly invisible to the naked or at least those that are not keen to such things.

For those that are they would see a literal explosion of magical substance erupt around him within two meters. The gauntlets however might not make it so far off as soon once or if they are blown back just far enough they be met by a sizzling blade of intensely concentrated malice. That figure that was in the VIP section had manage to escape the destruction before real damage could be done to it an in its right hand gripped that very weapon. The Oblivion Blade. The actual blade part where metal should meet steel is an intense blackness forged of extremely powerful negative energy, while the handle, guard and rest of it looks of some obsidian metal and some decorative gems or what could be considered such. The blade would mean to slice through both gauntlets at the mid point, which is was almost a certainty that the blade was capable unless by some unforeseen reason it can not.

The Baelstrom before would dash to the side with speed unlike himself, moving too fast for the human eye to pick up he’d push off the ground where stone is then crushed into gravel and he’d catapult himself like a missile. He’d also sling his rapier like a throwing knife as the young warrior so he’d force him to initially dodge, which would hopefully leave him opened for a secondary attack. Point his scepter at him he’d aim an unleash a black ray upon Sune, which if it makes contact he’d come under the affects of Avasculate. In the meantime the cloaked figure would stand adjacent with some distance between it and the others with a hand drawn out. Inaudible translation would escape in bellowing vapors of negativity as power would collect in the entities’ palm.

Baelstrom has forfeit his turn this round. Sune may post again. Another turn forfeit will result in a match loss.

Sune'ere has won this match and defended his position. No ranking adjustments are to be made.