{{Air Arena}
You walk into the air arena and everything from the rocks to the discarded snack wrappers are floating. The sun beams, bathing all in it's glory, the day is so perfect it'd be a ten out of ten picnic with just a sandwich. Our combatants are set! On the one hand we have Ollie the Osprey and the other Dilo, Apollo spawn. LET'S GOOOO!
Roleplay
Dilo: Watching the various floating items his eyes were already upwards towards the sky which is when he notices the bird flying overhead. Keeping in mind his opponent is a bird he keeps his attention on the creature, and is still surprised when it goes from bird to man. "Hey and thanks for the warm welcome. A warning would be nice though next time you're gonna blow up like the bird from Shrek." With a grin he extends a hand "Albright, Diangelous Albright is the name. Thanks for sparring with me...Ollie right?"
Ollie: "Yep. Oliver for... long, I guess," he shrugs, shaking Dilo's hand while pulling himself upright. "You're new around, yeah? This gonna be your first time sparring against a fellow magicky dude?" He talks wth a slight, indistinct European accent - complete with animated hand waving, despite the fish clutched in one of them.
Dilo Trying his best to ignore the fish he nods in response to the questions and wipes a bit of fish juice from his cheek, that he really hopes came from the fish. "Yea, yea it is. Mostly it's just been monsters and killing the men who murdered my mother" he says with a grin. Taking a small step back after that he raises an arm above his head in a stretch and with just an eye on his opponent he asks "So do we start with a bow or something?"
Ollie: Ollie smiles and turns, leading the way a bit further into the arena. "Works for me. I'll warn you though, I'm a damn good shot." He unslings his spear and uses it as a walking stick, biting into the side of his snack like an apple. Always eat right before a fight. Or was it... never eat right before a fight? Whatevs. "You brought a bow, right? Transforming one I'm guessing?"
Dilo He follows after Ollie taking in the scenery still not any less mesmerized by the tranquility of the the floating arena "I'll keep that in mind but I think it's don't eat before you swim" he replies absentmindedly. His attention is bought back at the mention of the bow however "Yea, child of Apollo I maybe but not real big into ranged weapons. No bow." looking further ahead he sees a place in the arena where things aren't floating as much. "That the spot?"
Ollie: He makes his way into a small grassy clearing, turning and resting on his spear as he scans the area. "Yep. Shouldn't give too much of an advantage to my flight or anything, so good a place as any, yeah?" The field is level and clear, with the nearest major floating platforms either far above, or a good eighty feet out in each direction. A few dozen stones hang lazily in the air above their battlefield at various heights - some low enough to offer partial cover - but the area's mostly open otherwise.
Dilo He takes a look around before shrugging his shoulders and nodding Che bella giornata, che bella scena; out loud though he utters the phrase "Gemma" in his mothers tongue. Suddenly he's enveloped in shimmering armor, shifting like the northern lights, and he's holding a short sword made out of solid light. He gives a nod to his opponent to signal he's ready.
Ollie: Ollie raises his eyebrows at the armor, giving an impressed whistle as he tosses aside his fish. "Awesome gear, mate." With that, he casually flips his spear into the air, letting it eject a cloud of steam as it twirls - just masking its clockwork transformation as hundreds of impossibly complex parts click and whirr. In a heartbeat he catches it again and dives sideways out of the steam cloud, now holding a gleaming bronze bow with an arrow already knocked. He twists its string during the draw, cracking forth a whistling metal arrow - a wide shot that seemingly gains speed in midair as it curves toward its target.
Dilo Tracking arrows? he thinks with a raised eyebrow but he shrugs and vanishes up above to the rocks nearby trying to gain the height advantage and force his opponent up. "Can you call yourself that good if your arrows do the work?" he calls out to Ollie while creating a chain his short sword becoming a dagger attached to the end. Swinging it around his, he then let's it loose striking a platform and pulling himself further away.
Ollie: "Of course not!" he laughs, knocking his next arrow as he kicks off of a lower-hanging rock in pursuit. "Where'd the fun be in that?" He snaps off a second shot, curving this one not toward Dilo himself, but toward the next foothold the boy was moving to. Just like the last, a thin current of steam jets off of the arrow, propelling it faster as it travels - perfect for pushing the target stone out of place underneath him.
Dilo On his next leap just as he's landing the floating stone beneath him explodes and he feels himself go weightless for the briefest moment before gravity begins to drag him back towards earth. Scanning the surroundings quickly, a plan comes to mind, and he allows himself to fall a few feet. His descent, if his timing is right, brings him somewhat closer to his pursuer allowing him to set off a flare in attempt to blind him for a bit. It's while he sets off the solar flare he also whistles very loudly hoping to stun his opponent by robbing him of two senses temporarily. All of that is to aid and mask the next move he makes bringing himself even closer to the very edge of the arena with a teleport to a platform a few feet away.
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