Dawn at the Cathedral of Cuiraécen

[X-DM Jon]

The Green Knight serenely advances into the circle as well. He stops for a moment at the edge and sends a silent prayer to the Allfather.
 Meanwhile Baron Tshalen is going red like a herring.

NO NO NO NO! I MAKE THE RULES! THERE WILL BE NO MAGIC! RESPECT MY AUTHORITY!

He jumps up and down, stomping the ground in fury. The crowd begins roaring and jeering at him with laughter!

OoC: To be continued later tonite. Spectators assume your positions in the meantime.

[X-Medoere & RCS/KE (Thorsten)]

Kaven's eyes widen slightly at the Swordmage's announcement and following spellcasting. As things pace up, and the combatants take their place, he takes a deep breath and mutters a prayer to Ruornil and Haelyn both, even as his hands grip the railing of the balcony and he leans slightly forward to take in the entire scene.

[X-Roesone/ARR (Robert)]

Arvour joins the first rank of the observers, his hands crossed and a face bereft of emotions as his gaze slowly wanders from one participant of the duel to the other.

[DM B]

Ser Estevan goes over to the Baron and speaks a little with him; apparently calming him down.

"You'll have the use of you magic Marya; but take care not to hurt any spectators. Any injury, death, or damage caused by any spell of yours will add to your burden...which is great enough already."

[X-DM Jon]

Having said that, Estevan Daulton looks at the assembled noblemen. It looks like he's searching for someone?

Meanwhile, the Baron, having regained his composure, silences the crowd with a lifted hand.

"Allright then. Let her win this one. A small victory to sweeten her journey to the Halls of the Dead."

Estevan Daulton seizes his search, draws his sword and unbuckles his shield. Then he steps onto the vast arena, dust rising under his green-steel clad feet. The sun glimmers and glints strangely in his full plated suit of green-steel armor.
 He advances slowly.

[X-DM Jon]

As he approaches you, slowly but focused, sand going up in puffs under his heavy feet, you get a grasp of just how dangerous this man is.
 Even without having done much of anything he's already flashed the sun into your eyes twice, through a slight twitch of his blade. Giving him just time enough to circle slightly to the left, so the rising sun gleams across his side. In a moment you'll have the sun square in the eyes. Never a good spot to be...

"Well Marya. Why hasn't your brother shown himself this day?"

He asks in a silky smooth voice, sparkling green eyes boring into your very skull. He's smiling, a friendly and open smile.

[X-Tornilen/SM (Alexander)]

Countering his maneuvering, the Swordmage is slowly moving to the left as he closes. She is happy for her helmet and mask, making it easier for her to ignore the sun.

She makes no response except the whispers of a spell. As she moves closer to him her hand is enveloped in a blue glow, a corresponding blow winks into existence around him and then disappears in whispy threads... like steam blowing of water.

It takes a bit of her concentration though, a small bit, but enough. Suddenly he is closer to her left side than she expected...

[DM B]

The Sword Mage suddenly realizes something is amiss; he's not really blinding her, or rather he is, but that is just to distract her. With every flick of that sword of his, another enchantment unravels from the SM's suite of defenses and blessings!

[X-Tornilen/SM (Alexander)]

Snarling under her mask, the Swordmage realizes that time is working in the Green Knights favour. Bellowing a wordless challenge, she grasps her sword in both hands and throws herself at him.

Held in both her hands, the bastard sword is slightly faster than his longsword, but with his shield he holds her at bay. Still, for a short while she succeeds in turning the tide - attacking with abandon, switching from feints to all out attack constantly, she forces him to give a bit of ground.

Seeing that she has a bit of breathing room, she suddenly breaks of her attack, jumping backwards and flinging out her left hand - switching the sword to one hand. Clear, white lightning forms around her hand, arcs going from the eyes of her mask to her hand and spilling out towards the knight.

She has underestimated his speed though, with two quick steps he closes on her, his sword lashing out at her extended hand. Occupied by the spell, she is not fast enough to move her hand - the tip of his blade connects with her gauntlet - pain lances up her arm.

Part of the lightning is grounded in his sword, sparks flying and lightning moving up his arm. The coat of arms on the shoulder of his swordarm smoulders while the rest of the spell goes up into the air with a crack of thunder. Now she is on the defensive, trying to hold him at bay while holding her sword with one hand almost numb.

[X-DM Jon]

In one fluid motion the Green Knight advances. Impossibly fast for a man clad in full plate, he strikes at the Swordmage high!

 She parries!

 But it was a feint and in a fluid motion he slides his sword all along the base of her's down to the very grasp of her gauntlet... Catches hold under the crossbars and makes a flicker of his wrist!

 Only to be met by the Swordmage's well-placed elbow, smacking straight into his visor. The impact alone sends him stumbling back. His disarm attempt unsuccesful.

 How you saw that coming, you will never know. Pure instinct saved you from loosing your weapon...

 The Green Knight grins at you still. He obviously finds this a pleasing development!

[DM B]

The fighters clash again as the Sword Mage goes on the offensive. She strikes out again and again, and all the Knight can do is parry. But as the swordplay drags on it becomes apparent that the Sword Mage isn't hitting anything, and that the Knight is somehow forcing her to continue her assault, lest he gain the initiative.

And then she's lying on the ground, her feet swept away from under her. The Knight lunges, only to be met by a blast of lighting! He brings up his shield, and somehow, impossibly the lighting leaps back at Marya!

[DM B]

Rather than pressing his advantage the Knight relents, speaking instead while Marya gathers herself:

"See, I told you that killing sorcerers was something of a specialty for me...did you think it idle boasting?"

[X-Medoere & RCS/KE (Thorsten)]

Muttering a prayer, Kaven ducks instintively as first the bolt of lightning arches skywards, then another reflects from the Green Knights shield. His grip on the railing tightens, untill his knuckles turn white.
"Blessed Allfather leave Anuire with two champions of good after this fight, not one skewered nor one a smoking dust-pile."

[X-DM Jon]

Not really caring much for your response, he looks around, scanning the spectators.

"Is he deliberately missing this, do you think? It really is annoying that he's not here..."

[X-Tornilen/SM (Alexander)]

The swordmage screams as the lightning engulfs her. Her Cloak of Blades sends sparks in all directions and the interior of her helmet fill with the stench of burned hair - her own.

Staggering backwards, she bends her knees slightly, preparing to meet his charge. It does not come though, instead he talks to her...

Ignoring his words and thinking quickly - How do I overcome his shield... yes! she cast another spell, making the runes of her blade glow a bright crimson as the enchantment takes hold - then she rushes him yet again.

This time though, she feints to the left and dives past him to the right. As she moves past her, the blades of her cloak lashes out - scoring several hits along his left arm, tearing his coat of arms further and making sparks fly.