Duck and Cover

*Reaper is watching the battle between Follower and Blarg, thanks to his magic, he is able to see Follower but can't detect him if he were to appear behind him. Reaper nods.

"You shall be a worthy opponent Follower, I look forward to fighting you."

*stands next to reaper and watches the battle*
*pokes reaper with a rusty screwdriver and whistles innocetly*

Follower wrote:His quiet shadow is almost unseen. His fast moves and swift atacks has left Blarg defenseless against his first blow...
"Look, Blarg, is it your hand? I wonder how you will use your warhammer with one hand?!" - Follower lookes hungryly at his bloodly trophy and put it away unwillingly. Blarg with all his fury atacks Follower but he disappears in shadows, but his voice is heard clearly:
"Now you fight with darkness itself. Try to catch your own shadow... or shadow will catch you..."

Some editing for brevity, sorry.

"WTF is up with this 'I inescapably clobber you and then run away beyond all hope of retaliation' stuff? Perilously close to godmoding, it is. I think that it shall not be so easy for you. Suit! Initiate retrieval program!"

Blarg's gauntlet animates and rends its way out of Follower's grasp, tearing his shadowy substance aside with ease, inflicting painful wounds. It crawls Thing-style back to Blarg.

"The best way to deal with shadows is with light!"

*Uses Fnordite-plated shield to reflect sunlight onto Follower's shadow as he flees into shadow, burning him horribly*

*falls to knees in shock*

"Ugh, damn darksword hurt worse than I thought."

"Suit trauma maintenance activated. Bleeding halted. Seek medical attention immediately."

"I know! I know."

*slings shield over back, grabs hand, slowly rises to feet, staggers to the Med Center*

*Reaper turns his head slowly to the figure standing next to him who just poked him. He raises his fist and punches the person across the face really hard. Even though the screwdriver did not penetrate Reaper's armour, it is so attuned to him with necromantic magic that he could feel it.

"Don't mess with me kid."

*stands up and whipes the blood off his face*

damn it wuznt meh!!!!!

"Light conqueres the darkness, but at the end the darkness will prevail. Darkness was the first, darkness will be the last. Light is only timely inconvenience... as you are..." the voice is heard from the shadow. In a second, Follower returns healed:
"Shadow is my home, shadow is my power - you think you can destroy me by sending me at my homeplane... Now I have even more powers... let's see how you will fight your own shadow?"
Blarg in horror feels as smt terrible has happened. He feels somehow hollow within. And than he sees his new enemy - large shadowlike figure with warhammer. "If you kill him, you will kill yourself" - is heard quiet laugh of Follower.

Sorry, Blarg. I can't describe action - only smt like that.

Thanks, Reaper. I try my best...

"Don't lie to me, I know it was you, I can see the screwdriver in your pocket and who else could get close enough to attempt it?"

*Reaper uses his necromantic powers to put JJ's teeth back into his mouth, where they should be.

ok ok i admit it was me, and thanks for the dental plan
back to business

*stands back next to Reaper and checks out the fights* (i cant start one anyway im going on a 6 week vacation thursday)

*Reaper watches the fight with interest. He stabs his sword into the ground and puts a hand on the handle with a spicked gauntlet.

Standing, he watched as well. "I thank you for you offer of protection and healing, but I am already healed." Looking at the poisonous spines he now had, he smiled, his broken mask attributing a darkly comical look to himself. His cancerous growth had made him whole again. His radiated visage twisted into a grin of sickening proportions, his body changing slowly. He waited and watched, standing beside his master.

*Reaper puts his hand out and charges up a spell in it. Suddenly, his whole arm glows with energy, he thrusts his arm to the sky and a long bolt of energy shoots up into the sky.

you think you can destroy me by sending me at my homeplane...

"I didn't send you anywhere. You ran away."

Blarg in horror feels as smt terrible has happened. He feels somehow hollow within. And than he sees his new enemy - large shadowlike figure with warhammer. "If you kill him, you will kill yourself" - is heard quiet laugh of Follower.

"Fine, then I'll kill you. If you can manifest enough to affect solid matter in the real world, then you can be hit. As for me and my shadow, if it kills me, then it dies too. Balance is funny that way. It may not like that, and it may wish to firmly discuss that problem with you. If you really tore out my shadow and can control it that much, then I'll just have to tear out your body. Oh by the way, since you cut off my hand, where did it get a new one?"

*reflects sunlight onto Follower again*

*grabs him with right forearm around the neck and drags him from the shadows into the barren center of the Arena, blocking ShadowBlarg's blows with F's body and Blarg's shield, faces F into the sun, headbutting him repeatedly along the way*

"Ironic, is it not? You have torn out my shadow, I have torn you out of shadow. If you become shadow, there are no other shadows to flee to here, since you tore mine out. What happens to a shadow in the sun, with nothing to cast it? ShadowBlarg cannot help you, for he is a shadow. If you make him anything else, he ceases to be my shadow. If you remain solid, I will eventually choke or headbutt you to death, or ShadowBlarg will pound us both into the mud."

*ShadowBlarg impales Blarg in the side with the backspike of its warhammer*

"Alas, I seem to be weakening. Had you not fled to heal, or had you given me time to heal, things might have turned out differently. Remember how close you came this day. As a shadow, there is no light or darkness for you. You need both, and something solid in the real world, to exist."

*dies*

Blarg and ShadowBlarg disappear upon Blarg's death, leaving Follower in an open sunlit area of the Arena with nothing nearby to cast a shadow, and a choice to make.

"Man, Blarg really gets into it when he wants to."

TheReaper wrote:"Man, Blarg really gets into it when he wants to."

Thank you. I appreciate a good post and creative effort even when I lose. What irritates me to the point of replying in kind are godmoding and 1-2 sentences' worth of "I appear and maim/kill [name], and ignore his attacks."

Edited: With the exception of a really good joke or pun.

I know what you mean. I don't mind being killed as long as the opponent is prepared for a long and detailed battle where we both take damage.

I am confused - are you angry on me or not? Reading your post I got the feeling that you are angry. Why?

Shadows or darkness(it's the same for me) exist without any light. Sunrays gives form to it and make it more clear, but not create it. Look at night darkness... What a hell am I talking about here?! This is Arena after all...

Don't worry about that, just fight a little more fairly otherwise some bone shards are going to be making life harder for both the fighters.

Follower wrote:I am confused - are you angry on me or not? Reading your post I got the feeling that you are angry. Why?

I'm not angry, I was just being dramatic.

Ok than, I am ready for another fight - who will dare to challange terrible Follower. Oh, I will crush your skulls, tears your hearts and piss on your lifeless bodies... I am so bad :twisted:

Reaper, why do you say that I fight unfair - I can't describe action as you are, I only try to do what I can do the best

(OOC: Don't worry Follower, you'll get better.)

*Reaper steps forward, his armour shining with a dull light. His sword reflects the light from the sun. Making it look all the more impressive.

"I shall fight you."