Bright Necromancer loses to Abigail (Sollir judged)

[Jeph]

OOC: Hi, this is my first match, and I'm looking to turn to the Dark Side of the Force ASAP. I'd prefer a 2 or 3 flag traditional match, but am willing to fight Style or 7-or-so flag Speed.

IC:
A figure garbed in flowing robes of white proudly strides out from the challenger's gate, silver braid whipping behind him in a localized gale. Raising his gave to the thundrous crowds, he screams a challenge for all to hear:

I find your children to be unbearable, your plantation to be lewd, and your foot to be empty.

He takes a step back, glaring around the stadium, looking for an opponent.

 

[Deedlit]

Once I complete my battle with Dalamar, I will be sure to defeat you!

 

[Jeph]

'Twould be a shame, were I to fail in my first trial. I am not one known for his shame. We shall see who is the defeated, and who is the victorious."

A nimbus of arcing, sizzling darkness begins to swirl around the white figure's shoulders . . .

OOC: Cool! My first battle! (If I don't provoke Abigaile into a match first . . .)

 

[Deedlit]

Sadly I can't clone myself, so I shall wait until my first foe has fallen.

 

[MidKnight]

"You want it? You GOT it!"

Abigail shirks off her travelling cloak and stretches out while she contemplates her next words.

"I find your helper to be shabby, your mountain to be junk-like, and your zen to be jaded."

Abigail
White Belt
0-1
3 yen

 

[Jeph]

The swirling, gyrating rings of energy swirl around the Bright Necromancer, making it impossable at best to mark details on his features.

"You dare challenge my might, little girl? If a judge were present, I should strike you even as we speak!"

The dark streaks madly orbiting the white-cloaked figure abruptly stops, and gather around his hand. The hand clenches into a fist, and a cruel, twisted grin forms on the Necromancer's lips.

 

[Jeph]

"And children at such a young age . . . and unbearable ones too."

His smirk widens tauntingly.

 

[MidKnight]

"I do believe that it was you who challenged me O' forgetful one. You must be spending way too much time around corpses for your synapses seem to fire very slowly. Besides that, I suspect that you are just looking for a pretty girl to come and take care of you, for with the help you have hired, your home most assuredly must be close to falling apart.

Wait... I think I hear one of the walls falling in now."

Her eyes fill with a fire. A fire that will consume the petulant little wizard.

 

[MidKnight]

"Pretty light tricks won't save you from getting your bottom booted across the horizon..."

 

[Jeph]

A pretty girl to take care of me? Hah! If I were looking for a pretty girl, why would I be in the vicinity of one with the looks of you?

But come, let us concentrate on finding one to judge our match. An insult is of no use, unless followed by blow!