The Poet vs. Tori Sadoshi (Kalanyr Judging)

[Kalanyr]

Severing a beach ? Hmm, I fail to see how severing grains of sand achieves much at all

1 Flag Poet 0 Tori Goal 4

 

[MerakSpielman]

OOC: am I supposed to go first again?

 

[Wizardry]

I'm not the judge, and a thousand pardons to Kalanyr if he objects to me dropping in on the thread, but you go first until Sadoshi uses his Dirty Trick.

 

[Rathan]

OOC: The Wiz is correct... if your opponent has a Dirty Trick or a Sneaky Trick.... that person always goes last untill those powers are used...... then we alternate.......

 

[Kalanyr]

If I'm not around and someone needs help don't worry about dropping into a thread I'm judging. More important to help people.

 

[Rathan]

[bump for poet]

 

[MerakSpielman]

OOC: Sorry again. My job moved me to a project where I don't have time to use the 'net.

(The east wind vanquishes the ravine; parries the beauty of the crevice!)

The Poet again recites:


To follow the success of the aquatic beast
While the ravine and crevice are bested
I summon forth the wind of the east
To make use of the power I've invested!




A gust of wind forms from nothingness and strikes at Tori Sadashi, as though focused by a narrow ravine.

edit: added post-poem flavor text

 

[Rathan]

*Tori storms his opponent with phoenix eye punches......*


The phoenix storms the clearing; scatters the gaze of the isle!

 

[Kalanyr]

Using Phoenix style on one who knows it is not wise.

2 Flags Poet 0 Tori Goal 4

 

[MerakSpielman]

(The phoenix stands next to the labyrinth; leaps over the tempest of the storm!)
Fists of Fury!
(The whip slaughters the wastelands; silences the onslaught of the body!)


Seeing a chance to end the fight quickly, The Poet quickly recites:



In the labyrinth little is known,
But by stands and leaps the Phoenix warm
Takes the tempests that are shown
To pass over the lesser storm.

And in the wasteland where storms go not
Slaughtered by the cruelty of whips are slaves in strife
As their silent pleas for water bought
Only the onslaught of their own bodies life.


In a swirling storm of creative energy, a phoenix appears and hurls itself toward the Poet's opponent. Simultaniously, in a separate mass of color, a curel, barbed whip appears and lashes out, following the Phoenix.