- The objects in the arena have been charmed to almost defy gravity, floating around, boulders, rocks, etc
- At the base level of this arena is just normal ground with vegetation/shrubs/grass and trees, as well as varying size terrain, ranging from a few feet tall, to much taller
- Floating high above in the air is small islands, some with greenery and vines hanging down towards the ground, ranging in size and height from the ground, so that even if a person didn't have the power of flight, if they are an adept climber, everything is spaced out enough they could climb as high as possible, as well as utilise some of the smaller floating debree to aid in their climb. Some of the floating islands even have small waterfalls
- Between the floating islands and the tall peeks and trees, there are plenty of shadows and places to hide
- On two sides of the arena there are 2 automaton birds stationed, currently in "off" mode, they are roughly 6 feet tall.
- The arena is open to the sky and elements
- On each end of the arena, on top of some large pillars, are pyres, full of fire and wood. The fire that burns within the pyres can not be extinguished, but if the fire is removed from the pyres, it can then be put out.
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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!
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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.
Ollie: Ollie stops on his nex foothold, balancing on a small stone as he blinks the stars from his vision. Dirty. Nice. Content not to get blinded again, he puts his goggles back down over his eyes and takes off skyward in bird form, dropping back to human on top of the highest decent-sized platform in the area. An invisible sonic pulse from his goggles outlines everything nearby, saving him valuable seconds reacquiring his target. He had to admire the new kid's guts - he was facing off against a high-flying bird engineer, and for some reason chose to go airborne, toward... the... engineered birds. Ollie smirks and pinches a handfull of arrows, shooting two volleys of three at a time from his massive bow. The first three aim intentionally wide toward various rocks around Dilo, to minimize his escape options against the second three - a horizontal arc with the centermost aimed straight for his back.
Dilo Unsure what it was that made him exceptional at ranged combat he was more thankful for it now than any of his other fights. He spins 180* and closes his left eye, squinting his right like a quick-draw from the west, he makes a finger gun and mouths pew pew noises while firing beams at the incoming arrows. Not much power behind the beams they were simply to knock the arrows off course downwards but then he clenches his fist, drawing it back to build power, and sends a charged beam at Ollie more towards his platform. Dilo then just drags his arm sideways, not knowing if the platform would split in half, but more just trying to set it on fire and disturb the archer. He quickly rises and turns on a heel running full speed to next one and going air-borne recreating the knife chain construct and swinging spider-man style to another large platform with the bird on it.
Ollie: Not wanting to stick around and find out how much damage the beam could do, Ollie readily dives off his temporary perch, spinning in the air as he falls and burying a half dozen arrows into its earthy underside. A brief swoop in bird form flings him back skyward. He lets his momentum carry in in a great arc toward the automaton's roost as he snaps off his last two arrows - one at the ground between himself and Dilo, the other between Dilo and the bird - that vent hot clouds of steam like a smokescreen. Ollie sees his prey's illuminated silhouette just fine through his goggles and drops toward him, his weapon a spear once again as he dives in for a falling strike.
Dilo Before he can react he's surrounded by a screen of steam; the heat does him little affect thanks to the blessing of the sun but his visions reduced. Knowing somethings coming but not knowing from where he's surrounded in a dome of light that extends around himself and the bird, and with precious seconds he clambers onto it and begins wildly throwing switches and pressing buttons. He hears a creek in response and the bird comes to life with a loud caw, he drops the dome, a wild grin on his face now.
Ollie: Ollie's spear embeds itself a foot through the dome of light and stops solid, taking a few pulls to dislodge. The animal spirit finally pulls it free and jumps back, watching with amusement as Dilo haphazardly trial-and-errored the automaton to life. Now I am like ninety... two percent sure he won't know how to control that thing. But! What could go wrong? He laughs to himself as he fidgets with his spear, twisting and clicking its innumerable parts in preparation. One combination causes a mechanical whirring in his quiver that pops up another dozen collapsible arrows. Another loads that batch's arrowheads with pressurized liquid nitrogen, and a third transforms the weapon back to a bow. But on second thought... that'd be pretty cheap, yeah? Should at least let the new dude try out his strats. Ollie shrugs and splits the bow in half, transforming the two ends into a pair of identical bronze hatchets. Just in time, too - when the shield drops in front of him, Ollie throws a hatchet through the steam at Dilo, following behind it in bird form after it leaves his hand.
Dilo He knew that as soon as he dropped the shield Ollie wasn't going to give him a chance to breathe but a hatchet to the face is slightly overkill. He's got a light shield blocking his face in seconds, but one with increased thickness, and as he saw earlier with his dome the hatchet bites into it and gets embedded there. Like a Frisbee he throws it back with some force behind and it accidentally goes wide unsure how much time that buys him he kicks his heels into the griffins side thinking it'll act like a regular animal. It sits there and he let's out a groan, slamming his fist on it in frustration, but out of stupid luck he hits a button that sends it skywards. In the air you could see him throw his fist up in triumph enjoying the moment for a bit.
Ollie: Ollie bumps beak-first into the second barrier, switching back to human form to rub his jaw. "Yknow you play really defensive. That's alright and all but you're not going to beat anybody if you don't fight back n' stuff," he calls up as the automaton takes off. His hatchet flies through the steam nearby a second later, forcing him to dive sideways to catch it. He takes a few experimental swings with the two weapons, re-familiarizing himself with their balance and weight. He'd always prefered its spear and bow forms over the rest - not that he was at all for lack of practice with every feature he'd designed. Content to force his opponent to start fighting proactively, he takes up a ready stance at the center of the large platform, staring up through the steam cloud at the beautiful flying machine.
Dilo He has to strain to hear but hears his opponent nonetheless and laughs before replying "I was thinking the same thing! How about you sing and dance for me!" Dilo yells to Ollie. With a thought he forces the little birdie to give him a song and he plans the steps himself peppering the him and the ground around him with a barrage of lasers from up above.
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