~After releasing such a ridiculous amount of energy in one attack, the Wizrobe had not enough strength to move for a short period of time. For Saber this was more than enough time to get a good hit in. Indeed, the massive jump slash that the mercenary unleashed was more than enough needed to deal a large amount of damage to the temporarily crippled spell caster. [15 DMG]

The Wizrobe screeched in pain, upset that it was sitting duck, incapable of attacking or defending, or even teleporting out of the way. Indeed, the crippling effect of his previous attack would leave him unable to launch another attack before Saber could prepare another attack, so this was quite a bad situation to be in. Of course the imposter had plenty of other tricks planned, so he wasn't particularly worried, but for now there was nothing he could do but wait.~

Wizrobe:
HP: 15
SPL: 30

Pyre
HP: 40
SPL: 15

OOC: Shouldn't the Wizzrobes HP be 15 now?

IC: A short expulsion of air escaped Saber's mouth in a triumphant laugh as he cleaved through his opponent. There was no doubt that had to hurt, and he probably couldn't handle another blow like the previous one. However, the distance between the Wizzrobe and himself was much shorter than it had previously been, making another jump attack impractical. So instead, Saber planted his left foot and swung his right across, between him and his opponent. His torso began to spin, and he held it back until his knees were pointed at his target again, at which point he unleashed the torque he had been building up, his blade whipping around at a great speed towards the Wizzrobe.

Saber:
23 HP
8 SPL

(((OOC: Yeah. It is 15. What are you talking about I would never make a mistake like that... >.> <.< This never happened okay?)))

~The last blow had dealt quite a lot of damage, and it seemed that this next blow would, if it struck, be the one to finish off the pesky robed wizard. At the same time, it seemed unlikely that such an opponent would go down so easily. A moment later, as the blade ripped through the air growing nearer and nearer, the fate of the battle would be decided.

Saber's blade tore through the wizrobe's body, but even as he seemed to make contact, the creature was growing fainter and fainter until it dissapeared, and Saber swung through nothing. The Wizrobe had finally unleashed its signature technique: teleportation, an innate ability that cost it no magical energy to use. The second, he was already materializing behind Saber, hand once again upraised, a ball of blue energy held in it.

Wizrobe Blast:
Cost: 5 SPL
Regular spell damage.

The blast of magical energy shot from the Wizrobe's hand, and went flying towards Saber. The mercenary somehow managed to resist most of the attack, but 6 DMG was still dealt, and at this point every bit of damage counted. It was once again Saber's turn to go on the offensive, but things weren't looking particularly good for the mercenary.~

Wizrobe:
HP: 15
SPL: 25

Saber:
HP: 17
SPL: 8

Saber tried not to fall over, planting his foot to stop his momentum as his blade just missed his opponent. "Where'd it..." He mumbled, looking around, and upwards. Just then, he felt impact on his back. Stumbling forward, he whirled around. There it was. He was nearing the wall now, and he knew he needed to strike quickly, before the creature could vanish again. He kicked his right foot up, with his left soon following itm, and planted them on the wall. He leapt off, hurtling towards the Wizzrobe with his blade outstretched. The attack didn't have much finesse, but hopefully it would be quick enough.

~As Saber's flailing attack shot forward at the Wizrobe, the creature once again disspeared. To all appearances, it seemed like it was teleporting once again, and indeed, it seemed like the mercenary's attack was once again thwarted, although this was not entirely the case.

Indeed, even after the Wizrobe dissapeared, another form was appearing in its place. It seemed like the Imposter had once again chosen to transform, before his Wizrobe form could be taken out. In its place, the familiar leer of a skull could be seen: a full skeleton, wearing light armor, and carrying a crooked red sword in his hand. Saber's next opponent was a Stalfos.

The creature now unfortunately had no way of dodging Saber's next attack, and the beast found a blade slicing into its rib case. Even if there was no flesh to sink into, the attack still hurt the creature, and it roared in pain, jumping back, with 15 DMG dealt to it. Already it was nearly dead, and the glow in its eye sockets was dull, but that didn't stop it from counter attacking.

Indeed, the undead monster leapt forward, performing a jump slash, its blade raised on high, aiming to split the mercenary's head, but despite its effort, the attack came to no avail, and Saber was able to dodge.~

Saber:
HP: 17
SPL: 8

Stalfos:
HP: 5
SPL: 0

Wizrobe:
HP: 15
SPL: 25

Pyre
HP: 40
SPL: 15

Total HP of Imposter: 90

Saber pulled his blade out from the ribs of the Stalfos, shocked. How did this monster get here? I could have sworn...He shook his head to clear the confusion just as the beast attacked, and he leapt to the side, his saber already out and slashing before he landed. Whatever's going on, I just have to keep fighting...I don't have a choice anymore.

~The stalfos watched with a grin as Saber renewed his desperate attacks. This time, the undead creature simply stepped to the side and let the blade go past him, though he misjudged the speed of the blade, and he only narrowly managed to avoid the mercenary's attack. Nevertheless, the Imposter emerged from the situation unscathed and ready to attack, though once again to no avail.

The monster lifted its crimson blade, and swung in horizontally aiming for Saber's neck, but the warrior's defences had no imperfection at the moment, and the mercenary was able to dodge the attack. The Imposter was angry that his attack was thwarted, but he had no choice but to weather the man's next attack, for he was in a tough position, and it was the perfect chance for Saber to strike once again.~

That attack was done while I was off-balance--that shouldn't surprise me Saber thought as he settled down on the flats of both his feet again, raising his saber to shoulder level to prepare for the counter-attack. And attack the Stalfos did. It wasn't a particularly crafty attack, and the fact that the mercenary had settled into a resting position shortly beforehand only made evading it easier. Saber swung his left leg out, sweeping it in front as he dropped his center of gravity, dipping beneath the skeletal warrior's blade, his own saber skidding along the ground and raising sparks. As he neared three hundred and sixty degrees, he came to a standing position again, slashing diagonally in a stroke that came to the Stalfos' neck level.

~Saber this time had launched his attack carefully and masterfully. The blade cut neatly through the creatures spinal column, killing it. However, the head didn't tumble down from the skeletal shoulders, and instead of crumbling into dust, a strange tension seemed to come over the creature, and deep red cracks all over the bones, akin to those that had appeared over fake Pyre's skin, grew suddenly. Then the creature suddenly burst, red lines and all, into a plume of dust...

But in its place another creature stood, once again. This time it was the wrapped figure of a Gibdos, hands raised and ready to slash out at their foe. After the transformation process, the imposter didn't have time to attack immediately, but he was now in a fit state to fight.~

Saber:
HP: 17
SPL: 8

Gibdos:
HP: 30
SPL: 0

Stalfos:
HP: 0
SPL: 0

Wizrobe:
HP: 15
SPL: 25

Pyre
HP: 40
SPL: 15

Total Imposter HP: 85

Ha! Finally, I win! The mercenary thought as his foe exploded. His blade's tip dropped to the ground, his body lax as he watched the smoke rise...and give birth to yet another enemy! Spitting, Saber skipped backwards. Killing one doesn't kill them all? He brought his blade up again, watching his enemy. And seeing as how he hasn't repeated a form yet, there could be infinitely more creatures... He prepared to lash forward with his blade, but as he brought it up to strike, he felt something pull in his arm--he had hurt himself in the last attack. Slightly, but still. It could be enough to throw him off. Besides, his instincts told him to follow a different path. Drawing his free, left hand back, he sent all the magical energy he had to his palm. He had heard about Gibdos before, and he knew of one way to hurt them bad. Hoping that the stories weren't just myths, he formed a sphere of fire in his hand and launched it towards his wrapped foe.