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Styr Tai'Sei, Dedicated
A Struggle
Sun Sep 17, 2006 04:39 (XFF:

Again, only a second’s notice before the storm fell. One moment he was examining the unmarked grass of the horizon, the next, Arrows of flame formed in a neat circle around a single Deathgate. As though fighting in armed combat, two dagger-weaves came at his call, and he spun on the spot; hurling the sharp blades at the trunk of his opponent’s attack. The Arrows of fire stopped mid-strike, and vanished, yet the Deathgate continued. Styr cursed, and flailed the blades left and right, trying to find the source of the weave. He got lucky, and the Deathgate flickered out of existence; but two more weaves replaced them with ferocity.

Styr barely had time to counter the two fireballs aimed at his statue before more arrows of fire and deathgates followed. He cursed under his breath in a steady stream and tried to ignore the thought that he must look ridiculous spinning and slashing with his empty hands. Sweat beaded his nameless opponent’s forehead; visible to saidin-enhanced sight, but he seemed tireless with his attack. Every angle was attacked, every weave utilised. How long had it been? Ten seconds, twenty? It seemed an age, and he could barely think for the effort it took him to counter and defend.

Even in the seconds he thought this, his concentration slipped, and one fireball slipped past his blades. His breath caught in his throat for a second before he realised that it had missed the heron. This was impossible. He couldn’t keep up this dexterity for much longer. He was slowing even now. He needed…

Gritting his teeth, Styr split the flows once more and wove a Shield. Sweat dripped from every pore, and his legs shook, but the Shield formed- if reluctantly. Threads of Earth fell into place with the Spirit even as he continued to whip the blade-weaves through Deathgate, Arrows and Fireballs. It was multi-tasking to a ridiculous level, and he hoped his gamble was going to pay off. If this onslaught went on much longer than he would collapse from fatigue.

Giving no hint of what he was doing, Styr dropped his defences a little, letting any weaves through that he thought non-consequential; or at least too far away to hit the heron. His opponent smiled in weary triumph. Only half time and he was already losing it. He redoubled his efforts, and Styr sagged theatrically; while moving the Shield closer and closer still. He waited until it was positioned directly behind the man, and then, with a burst of strength that felt much like the attack of a viper, he struck.

It was hard. Harder than he’d expected. This time his opponent held the Source fully, and he struggled every step of the way. Yet after a few seconds, the assault halted, and Styr had him fully shielded. Doubtless, the other Dedicated struggled and strained for the Source, but the Earth in the shield merely stretched elastically. Seventy seconds, eighty, eighty-five… The Dedicated was purple in the face from effort, but now Styr could concentrate everything on the Shield, it was nigh unbreakable…


Styr smiled victoriously and released everything. His opponent gasped at finding the Source again, and shrugged his shoulders inconsequentially; as though he had not tried with all his strength to win the battle. Sneering a little, Styr left the field to the others, shaking slightly, but buoyant with victory…

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