Anticipation

Leaning against his chair comfortably upon the throne room he lingered there he wore a golden suite of armor made by fine Drawf craftsmen’s and imbued with magical enchantments mostly protection of the elements the, his two handed sword Har’dro placed comfortably upon his black leather case and his two scimitars placed upon both his sheaths as they rested there awaiting the on coming invasion and the battle ready too be used.

Lined up in a parallel direction his soldiers the higher ranking guards stood a smile escapes his lips as he licked them he wondered when these people would show up or if they were or were they only facing empty threats? He wondered too himself as he moves off his chair and walks towards the large double doors slowly and at the same time as he walks the soldiers formed into there positions following Cirdan too where ever he might go determined to protect him from any intruders. Most of the soldiers were spell casters clerics and wizards of all kinds.

A silent whisper fell upon the throne room, causing everyone within to yawn from tiredness. One by one the guards within the room began to drop down to the floor fast asleep till they all lay silent on the cool floor of the throne room. "You should have taken better care to prevent such a thing from happening Cirdan." said Locke as his voice appeared to come from behind Cirdan. "Those of us who use magic don't always rely on the elemental realm." he said as though he stood behind Cirdan.

Was it possible that he stood there behind Cirdan? Indeed anything was possible when Locke Desmoste's presence was felt. Still Locke was smarter then to stand behind the one whom he was about to spar with. There would be no easy way out of what he had planned to puzzle Cirdan with this time. All he needed to do was bide his time till they would begin the spar.

He steadies himself in a defensive position as his soldiers all dropped into a slumber a smile played upon his lips. ‘’ Perhaps I should have been prepared upon it and then again it does not matter now does it Locke of Tai’mira. ‘’ He closed his eyes some as he begins too concentrate upon his own magic. Images spread upon the room as he searches for Locke using minor detection spells as purple orbs flooded the room as they shinned brightly. The orbs animated themselves into what looked to be human figures that transformed into solid manner exact replicas of Cirdan as thousands of the clones would appear surrounding Locke now a smile spreads across his face as he turns facing Locke. ‘’ I shall accept your spar then Locke ‘’ he bows slightly as he then moves away from him into the ranks of his clones as they all were lined up perfectly still he then transferred a message into Locke’s mind ‘’ If you can find the real me then I shall spar you if not, then I need not to waste my time.’’ He spoke calmly upon his thoughts not even in a mocking way just a deadly calm as if he no longer cares if he lives or dies.

Locke began to laugh while Cirdan uselessly went about trying to confuse him. "Cirdan I don't need to find you when I can easily bring you to right to me. Your clones are created through magic and only your real self will remain." said Locke tossing a crystal orb towards the floor. one by one the orb pulled the Cirdan's clones towards it causing them to vanish once they touched the orb leaving only the real Cirdan behind once it finished. "You would be wise not to be so arrogant Cirdan." Locke said calling his orb back to him.

"If you are ready then let this begin." he said fading out of sight as the room filled with thick fog leaving only the sound of Locke shifting into his traveling form which in if seen he would appear as a large white tiger. This form of his could easily be used to fight in and he could move quickly using it. "Let us see how well you can fight without being able to see Cirdan." said Locke retuning Cirdan's mocking back to him.

As the fog would begin to formulate around them Cirdan stood perfectly still his scimitars at hand as he held them firmly he was indeed prepared he closed his eyes considering he did not need too use them locking onto where he believed Locke too be in his tiger form he pulls out a pouch of Ashes as he sprinkles them around the room in a circular position with a star upon it was he performing alchemy one could guess, he rose his right hand as he ignited his fingers in a small light as he pointed at the ash he shot towards that general direction once the flame would hit the ash he would ignite the throne room into flames burning in a blue crimson light of magical energies something he has not shown in a long time his skill in the trade.

The ruins that were implanted in the throne room would ignite in a glow brightly acting as a shield to prevent the walls from crumbling down, he then would concentrate upon the mana inside of his body as it leaked out small amounts down below his feet it would come out and wrapping it self around Cirdans body as it shimmered in energies a protection of fire this spell was he then would chant in his Elfish tongue as he then moves down in a kneeling position the ground below would begin too crack slowly causing a tremor on the ground below showing his real strength and powers perhaps he has grown in power now a smile spreads upon his face as he wonders how Locke would manage too dodge this.

Knowing that Cirdan couldn't aim his spells accurately enough to hit him Locke watched the first attack fall far off to the side of him, but he didn't stay still long enough for Cirdan to try that again. Locke was moving quickly watching as Cirdan began to chant. He knew what Cirdan was trying to do but it wouldn't matter as Locke leapt towards Cirdan claws extended to rip into his flesh if he could not dodge his attack in time. Nothing but the trembling of the floor could be heard as Locke's form moved closer to Cirdan, hidden by the fog. There was the chance that Cirdan would try to dodge the attack, still Locke was quicker then Cirdan realised while he used his traveling form.

A smile played across his face clearly his friend has underestimated his ability; he moved underneath the tiger before it even hit him with its claws as he took out his scimitars in a single motion sending them flying into the tiger’s stomach. He would motion his body away from the tiger as he lingered in the fog very slowly and stealth like as he watched him through the fog his elven eyes could infact see through it a smile spreads across his face he was messing with illusions most likely he thought that’s fine by him though he thought too himself. His scimitars still at hand as he continued to watch him he did not attack this time he just waited comfortably, but instead he rose his right hand as a glow ignited upon the wrist a symbol appears as he begins to suck out the fog from the Throne room getting tired of the fog lingering there a smile crept upon his face as a ball of light would shine brightly upon his hands as he saw the tiger once more he took aim as he released this ball of energy towards his opponent this energy being made from the fog and as well the energy consisted of electrons he stood there too see if this ball of energy would connect and hit the tiger

So it seemed Cirdan was able to see through the fog, no matter thought Locke claws scratching across the floor of the throne room. Cirdan's counter attack had simply cut a bit of his fur off though it had been close. "Have it your way Cirdan if you can see through fog try dealing with this." said Locke deflecting the ball of energy back towards Cirdan with a quickly raised warding shield. Locke knew there would be just a few seconds while Cirdan dodged the ball which flew back towards him, durring that time Locke simply vanished from sight. His presence was still there but where he was in the room Cirdan would have trouble finding now. The room where the two stood began to be filled with a radiant light which would cause Cirdan to close his eyes or be blinded.

Either way Cirdan would be unable to see if he could not find a way to counter the effect. Mean while standing silently within the room which was filled with total brightness, Locke had left his traveling form drawing his twin blades as he took to his Arcanian Bladesong Arc'forte stance singing the tuneless verse which belonged to it. His voice would give away where he stood, yet that did not matter as Locke began to move to the verse which he spoke bringing his blades to face towards Cirdan as they spun in his hands filling the room with the melody which they played while slicing across the air.

He rose his right hand upon as an Arcane symbol would reveille it self, he used too fingers as a hand signal as power begins to form from the glove it self as it glowed in a bright light sucking in a lot f energy as if absorbing it. The runes on the stones on the bottom ground about 5 feet ahead of Cirdan and as well where Locke is believed to be at. A portal would soon open it self from that position as the beam of light would come straight too Cirdan, but wait it did not hit Cirdan for it traveled through the other dimension what looks too be an underground cavern where a Deep Gnome was mining the beam of light would hit him instead of touching Cirdan himself.

Before the Deep Gnome realized what was going on he found him self hit hard by the beam against the wall laying there now dead. Cirdan soon closed the portal before any of his friends realized what has happened. He moves his right hand too his sword Har’dro now as he grasps its handle tightly upon the grip unsheathing the blade as it begin too inanimate it self too life full of energy. (Read CIS For detail of Har’dro abilities) Cirdan was done toying with Locke now he would summon electrons with in the room it self and with in the form of Locke’s body as they glowed in a spectrum of light shinning brightly as Cirdan activated them.

He stood ready in a defensive position his hands grasping firmly of Har’dro as a smile widen across his face he later then activates the electrons as they begin to fire off at once inside of Locke’s body in wonder if Locke the greatest Arch Mage around has away to stop this attack from happening. But there is more he summons neutrons around Cirdans body summoning thousands of them as they begin to circulate around him acting as if it were a shield to Cirdan.

He took in Har’dro as he held it firmly in his hands knowing its ability once it hits a target he tosses Har’dro at about 400mph towards the chest of Locke at great speeds he stood there in his defensive position as he waited for Locke to counter.

Knowing what Cirdan was trying to do Locke gathered the electrons that were building up in him and channeled them into the air around Cirdan just inside the shield of neutrons that Cirdan was trying to protect himself with. If Cirdan couldn't counter this redirection of the attack he had made against Locke, the growing electrons would start to form static discharges which would begin to incapacitate the man.

Once he had redirected all of Cirdan's previous attack, Locke side stepped Cirdan's sword before it could hit him. "A valiant effort you are showing Cirdan, but it will take more practice to face what lies ahead." said Locke towards Cirdan knowing that this might distract Cirdan long enough for a attack which would end this little spar.

Locke began to call upon all the power he could summon to his will, forming it into barrier around himself while several blasts of energy and light filled the room. Cirdan would have to raise his own sheild against this powerful attack or be struck down, yet durring all of this Locke began to cause a tiny rift to form under Cirdan's feet which he would fall into if Cirdan stood there much longer.