| OoC: I didn't really want to outright say it, but I guess my hints were way too vague. Anyway, vision isn't really much of a concern for my character. I really need to put more emphasis on some things like that though I guess...
"Quit repeating yourself. If you've got something to prove then just get on with it. 'Cause I'm getting tired of this." Reisul yelled at his opponent while breaking into a dash towards Abbadon.
Reisul swung his spear at the demon lord's neck, yet only managed to slash through the black haze of the abyss. He spun his spear around, and pointed the opposite end of the spear at Abbadon, its crystal being thrown toward his chest. Abbadon raised his right arm toward the crystal, and a burst of flame consumed it; the crystal melting into reddened water on the floors of the abyss.
"As I thought; you're running out of tricks dog. If thats all that you have then I'll have your pelt by the end of the hour. The demon lord taunted.
"If that was all it was I wouldn't be here."
The Labohan jumped towards Abbadon and threw his spear down at him. Almost immediately after, he places his hands together and mutters a short spell beneath his breath. He thrusts his arm towards his spear; a blast of icy air flows from his hands and guides the spear downwards. The spear grazes Abbadon's leg and pins his black cloak to the stone ground.
He lands and immediately begins to charge toward his opponent, ready to strike at him with his claws. He mutters another spell as he approaches Abbadon, and thrusts his hand at his chest, only for it to be blocked by the demon lord's staff. A gust of air flies from his hands, striking Abbadon's chest with the force of a strong punch. At the same time however, lightning jumps from the staff, surging through Reisul's body.
Reisul leaps backwards, falling to his legs abruptly. He coughs into his hands, blood covering his lightning burned hand. Abbadon, already recovered from the hit he took, looks down on Reisul and taunts him.
"A foolish attempt, you ended up hurting yourself more than me. But I suppose its to be expected from such a dim creature."
Reisul coughs. "You talk too much..." He coughs once more and swings his arm towards the demon lord. A frozen needle of blood sent flying towards his head.
Abbadon tilts his head to the side, causing the needle to miss. "Pitiful... You should just give up, atleast that way your death would be swift."
Reisul growled as he rose to his feet. He pulls a cloth flask from out of the white sash around his waist and drinks some water from out of it; pouring the rest of it into his hand, freezing it into a crude dagger of ice. He throws the empty pouch to the ground and goes into a defensive stance, waiting for the next attack of the demon lord. |