He smiled - a honest-to-goodness smile, not one of his rascal mischievous grins so characteristic of age - as he glanced upwards, as he was bathed in a warm tri-colored light, where the balance and perfection of such a glow was... unnatural and most definitely holy. It was a weird sensation to one not used to it - which was not the youth's case, yet he always appreciated this feeling. It was like the goddesses, and him... all were in unity. He felt like he could devastate anything... like he could soar through every obstacle... like he could answer every question. He felt comfortable, relaxed, as if embraced by the Grand Trinity, and it was a moment that one didn't want to stop at all... yet all things must end, and soon they parted, leaving the youth with a lighter mood, as if all his problems had been solved, and his injuries had also apparently vanished. Re-energized, the youth was ready to start anew: the battle had just reset... if you excluded the fact that he was allowed one less spell, and that Blank now had a significant advantage over him, that is. Yet now was not the time to falter - he just had to work harder to reach his personal goals than he had intended at first
Then all hell broke loose. Meditation, pondering, you name the reason, the youth was not allowed enough time to efficiently dodge the cunning ability of Blank Fireside, and suffered the full consequences of that slight mistake - something clearly not allowed in such a setting. No matter how fast he intended to draw back, perhaps his haste made everything worse, actually making him bend his knees in pain at the gash produced by Blank's trademark weapons. The swords might have been made out of wood, yet they showed that they was sharp as any other, as by the teenager's face of pain: one eye closed and his muscles heavily contracted besides the rather large purple stain - the red of the blood mixed with the blue of his cloak - by the side of his chest all rendered to the same element. He had suffered a heavy cut. And it was not pleasant. He always knew that the red-haired nomad's skill with the swords was something quite remarkable, one of the best he had seen... though it's also true that he had never been on the opposing side of those swords. And now reality bit him. Hard. Ignoring fully Emily's shouts of 'cheating' and protesting about other irregularities, the youth made an effort to stand up - crouching wouldn't do him any good - and continue the fight.
And, clenching his teeth the best he could, he did so, trying to avoid announcing to the world that the wound hurt quite a bit. And so, he was faced with the only option: continue until the end. Thus, using his hands the best he could, he started spinning the staff as to begin his magical spell anew, proceeding with drawing a five-pointed star in its interior with the tip of the Deku Weapon as a pencil. Then, placing it in the middle of the star, and focusing his power into the glyph, he announced to his opponent what he was gonna do. Common courtesy of fellow mages, he reckoned. "Elemental Burst! Shadow!" - he spat out, his words sounding highly forced as he struggled to maintain his pain under control. Immediately did the rune comply, twisting to the pressure of the staff and creating a dark energy orb, filled with all the dread and pain the youth was now experiencing. He was gonna give Blank a little bit of his own medicine...
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STR: 1 // DEF: 12 // AGI: 3 // INT: 9 // SPI: 3 // HP: 53 // SPL: 41
Tayro Wind
Last edited in 06-10-11
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