[the blade glances off cedrik, cutting cosmetically, and little else. stupid. he couldn't even blame that on the ridiculous shadow haunting his head. he'd have to be a little more tactical about it if he was serious about it being to the yield, and not blood sport.
cedrik steps back, and felix pauses to watch him, adjusting his footing as he does. the warrior starts forming patterns in the air with his hands, conjuring some new magic, he has no doubt. in hindsight, he probably should have outlawed the use, but would he even want to? it was hardly a worthy fight if they didn't both fight with all their potential.
which, to wit, was why felix was now running at cedrik, sword ready to strike as soon as he was close enough to do so. any magic casting was best interrupted before it could be carried out, and this could be the perfect time to force the other man out of the proverbial ring of their challenge. he runs, yelling with exertion as he prepares his blade, seconds to strike--
--and there's a terrible crack sound, followed by thousands more. beneath them, the floor they're standing on is coming apart, and in short order. as felix steps forward to swing his blade at cedrik's neck, his foot simply goes through—and he falls, head over heels, with the rest of the disintegrating support, to the floor below.
which takes the weight of the newly deposited rubble for approximately five seconds, before opening up, too. down they go, to the ground below.]
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cedrik steps back, and felix pauses to watch him, adjusting his footing as he does. the warrior starts forming patterns in the air with his hands, conjuring some new magic, he has no doubt. in hindsight, he probably should have outlawed the use, but would he even want to? it was hardly a worthy fight if they didn't both fight with all their potential.
which, to wit, was why felix was now running at cedrik, sword ready to strike as soon as he was close enough to do so. any magic casting was best interrupted before it could be carried out, and this could be the perfect time to force the other man out of the proverbial ring of their challenge. he runs, yelling with exertion as he prepares his blade, seconds to strike--
--and there's a terrible crack sound, followed by thousands more. beneath them, the floor they're standing on is coming apart, and in short order. as felix steps forward to swing his blade at cedrik's neck, his foot simply goes through—and he falls, head over heels, with the rest of the disintegrating support, to the floor below.
which takes the weight of the newly deposited rubble for approximately five seconds, before opening up, too. down they go, to the ground below.]