Rules of engaugement: It it Tutley's goal to escape from Terrador by plunging through an act ring. For every certain amount of health Relic loses, an event is triggered or Tutley advances further into the zone, the knight right behind him.
Our battlefield today:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=frpU3Zu13Gg, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t3uTav37d...e=related]
Mystic Mansion/Hang Castle Zones
The fact that the zone was a creepy place was an understatement. The entire area was one huge castle floating in the sky, with towers hovering in mid-air. The castle was clearly haunted too, eerie flames moving about outside.
The turtle was inside the castle, the place clearly abandoned, but somewhat well kept. His chao had been left behind back at base; he wouldn't dare bring the little guy in here. He was on the hunt for an emerald shard, a radar of sorts in his right hand. He had been here for several hours now, the confusing passageways, ghosts and remaining robots patrolling the castle proving to be a headache for Tutley. As he walked down a torch lit hallway, it would begin to ping faster and faster, the turtle looking up at a wide pair of doors. They opened without him touching it to reveal a large mess hall of sorts, the entire room was decked out with plate filled tables and set up wooden chairs, as if there was a massive feast to come soon. Suits of armor were lined beside the windows, giving an eerie view of the pitch black sky outside. Looking about, he would soon eye what he was looking for, a dark purple shard resting atop one of the plates. "All right!", he would exclaim, running up to the shard hurriedly. The sooner he got out of here, the better. Though he wasn't exactly afraid of ghosts, this place rubbed him the wrong way... He hopped atop a chair near the shard, picking it up over his head triumphantly. Tutley would pocket the radar, and then the shard into his backpack. "Now... wheres my ticket out of here?", he would ponder to himself. By now, the portal he had used to get into the zone had likely closed, meaning he would have to find the natural way out...
Edit: [Shield Set VS Relic:
Classic,
Lightning,
Fire,
Light,
Dark]
Drake entered the room a few moments later. From a door opposite side of the one Tutley had entered. His giant form made the huge doors almost look normal sized. What didn't make anything look normal sized was the insanely large sword he held, gripped in one hand. Dragging the zweihander behind, he continued to shuffle into the room. From the bits o scrap and oil on the sword, robots had not been a problem for him.
When he spotted Tutely he let out a low growl. Raising his large gauntlet, he pointed a dagger like digit at the turtle. The knight was decked out in weapons galore visibly. A suit of wicked looking armor, a green orb chained to his side, a left gauntlet clearly designed as a weapon and a shield on his back and the titanic sword in his grasp.
Tutleys head would abruptly turn to the side as another set of doors opened, turning to see a suit of armor standing at that entryway. "What in Tempests' name is THAT?!", ran through the turtles mind, his eyes momentarily bugged out. A suit of armor more than twice his size (and a foot or two taller than the nearby suits of armor) was walking into the room, dragging a massive sword behind him. Being a mage, that sword gave off a ominous presence, making a shiver run up his spine. Whoever, or whatever was inside that armor wasn't to be taken lightly.
Tutley erked as the knight pointed to him, noting that the knight was armed to the teeth with all manner of gastly weaponry. This wasn't the turtles day to say the least. "Er...there something I can help you with?", he would ask slightly intimidated, looking to the small puddle of machine oil forming from the droplets dripping from the tip of the knight's blade forming on the red carpet below.
Relic continued to walk towards the turtle. the knight figured this would one of the few things that would match his slowness. As the knight walked he continued to drag the zweihander behind himself.
"You - the fragment - relinquish it" the articulated helmet moved with his jaw. Making the metal figure appear almost alive. His voice was deep and foreboding, everything you would expect from a 6 foot plus, hulking, mass of muscle.
Tutley would slam his right hand into his face as the suit of armor made it's demand. "Of corse...why did I bother asking?", he would say as he readied his hammer. Sure, he was intimidated, but as he began to think he figured that if there was anything slower than him naturally, it was a knight in a seven foot tall suit of armor, and turtle had already overcome his weakness in that regard via his boots. To boot, he was holding a hammer, which was a rather good choice to bring into battle with a knight. Where slashing weapons had a weaker effect on armor, impact damage at the very least could rattle the suit's wearer... if anyone was actually in there. The turtles assumptions left him emboldened, hopping off the table with a smirk as he works out a gameplan. He had a feeling that unlike others he had run into, this guy plus a emerald shard meant nothing good; so negotiating was out of the question anyway. He began surveying the room to look for a way out, always keeping his front facing the knight.
"See- I'm not going to just hand it over; if you want it so badly, you'll have to take it from me, ya overgrown tin can!", he would exclaim as he pointed his hammer at the knight. Tutley had his gameplan set by now; his beak gritted as he circled around one of the isles of tables. He would occupy the knight with a bit of combat, and when he saw an opening he would look to find a way out the room!
Relic had a simple response. Wordless he placed his gigantic left gauntlet on the table. Lifting the long, wooden structure single handed he aimed for one thing - smashing the piece of furniture over Tutley's head.
"Is your life worth that shard? if so, The show me what passes for fury in your misbegotten kind!"
Relic's chain mail wings where fully extended. Like a primitive reptile he was puffing his silhouette out to be more intimidating. A master of causing dread, Relic knew even something as simple as that could cause fear.
(sorry for wait, life is kicking my ass and sorry for the shortness, I am at a loss on how to expand it.)
(No worries. People have lives, stuff happens. =P )
Tutley's eyes went wide as the knight lifted up the table like it was a paperweight, letting out a shriek as he rolls to the side. "... Maybe the tin can remark was a bit much.", he would say to himself aloud as he looked up to the knight, getting to his feet. His face showerd a puzzled expression as the wings slowly spread. It wasn't a look of fear exactly- it was more as if the thought of, "What the devil is this thing?", ran through his head.
Tutley quickly looked up at the ceiling. If the knight was THAT strong, he'd need to take advantage of the fact he was probably the faster of the two. He would come to a stop, putting his hands tougether in front of him.
[Sparking Brilliance, Lightning Shield!] 9---> 7
Midway through the backpack's chant, a visable field of static electricity would surround the turtle, one layer forming a sphere around him, another moving around him in a circle, it occosionally sparking lightly. He readied his hammer, part of him wondering if he was getting in over his head..
Shield Stock at end of round: lLl
Relic didn't expect the table to hit. He was just going through the motions, watching each move the turtle made. Through out the battle Drake would note things like which direction he liked to roll towards, if he payed attention above or below, even behind himself. As the battle waged on, Tutley would find Relic to get increasingly harder to deal with.
"Are you blessed?!..." Relic's voice boomed as he lifted his gauntlet. Charging up for a god hand, his left arm was over taken by crackling blue energy. The arcane, sapphire veins made his arm pulse. Then just as suddenly as his arm has started glowing, the energy seemed to retreat into the knife like digits. Only the tips of his gauntlet now crackled with energy.
"or are you cursed?!" holding up his right arm, his entire body except his left arm began coursing with energy. This time it was bolts of black with a crimson out line. it was also more violent then he previous charge up, he even let out a grunt as the arcane energy snaked its way off his body onto the sword. A Breaker was now stored.
"Face me, Warlock!"
Tutley would raise a brow as the knight began to charge up his intimidating gauntlet, and then his sword. "Great... this guy's a close range type that spends his time charging up for better and stronger moves like me. This is gonna be a pain...", he said to himself as he analyzed the knights tactics. "Frankly... I might be a little of both, though if pressed I MIGHT say cursed seeing whats looking at me.", he would say in an annoyed voice. It was clear he was trying not to take things seriously to keep a level head, the turtle leaping up into the air, retracting into his shell as his shield sparks. It would launch him higher into the air, the turtle emerging and landing atop one of the ceiling lights. It swayed a little as he looked down at the knight, the backpack letting out another chant.
[Burning Passion, Fire Shield!] 7---> 5
The sparks gave way to a steady swirling duel vortex of flames around the turtle, who was getting ready to make his first move...
Shield Stock: lFl (active) lLl
"Surely you do not plan on hiding so low to the ground?"
Relic slammed his sword through the large window. Hooking the hollowed crescent of his blade into the arches. The large steel weapon bit deeply into the stone walls. The turtle could imagine what it would do to his bones, good thing the sword would never hit. Tugging on the sword to make sure it was firmly planted, he looked up one last time making sure the 'warlock' was still there.
With a feat of strength that Tutley may have thought impossible. Relic launched himself skyward with the aid of his planted sword. Upon coming into contact with the ceiling, Drake firmly dug his talons into the stone. Leaving his sword behind as he was unsure if he could maintain hanging upside down with the hefty weapon. He took a first tentative step upside down. Finding he didn't fall straight down onto his face, he took a second step. Each step step he had to deeply bury his talons into the ceiling, making him even slower.
"¡ǝɯ ǝɔɐɟ"