Cloister of Trials: Melita vs Remi


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#1
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CLOISTER OF TRIALS
The doors rumble and grind as they rise up. Torchlights flicker upon the walls of what is best described as an underground coliseum - walls that are steep, and high. At their very tops, spectators can be seen peeping over the edge and cheering as they spot the latest combatants. Ah yes... before you is your opponent. The doors grind shut once more. Good luck!



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Remi Taliesin
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for 1000 nights i've been a restless soul
As the door went up, vaguely Remi wondered if his magic was strong enough to simply close it again. Would that count as a forfeit? Did the alchemist even care? Scrubbing at his eyes and stepping forward into the light, the alchemist glanced up into the sea of blurry faces that happily cheered him (them?) on.

In an unfamiliar setting, it was almost impossible for the alchemist to discern any real details. He was in what seemed to be a crude amphitheater, his opponent having seemingly come out just as he had done. The shock of red hair which to him, looked nearly like pure fire bleeding across his field of vision brought a small smile to his face.

"Melita?" He called with a boyish curiosity.
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Melita Najya
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MELITA
For some reason, Melita hadn’t even begun to think she’d be fighting against friends. Allies, comrades, and kindred spirits made had always been something she held near and dear to her heart, the way she’d survived and persisted for so long (save them, her mind would ring and call, protect them). Enemies and adversaries, though easily made, were different, scathing, contemptuous, loathsome things, and they’d never been on the same coin, the same side, the same pendulum.

So it was not even a remote concern as she wandered in, her equipment, her weapons, shifting against her frame as the door rose. Her eyes first went to the scattered people above; watchers, witnesses, placing an emboldened smile on her features, and then restlessly bounding inwards.

And then – her name was called.

The youth’s head snapped up at the familiar voice, her illustrious grin wilder, more exuberant, sunshine and fire eclipsed in the bizarre colosseum, in a room binding them all together (and for what?). “Remi!” She rang back, then ushered a wave, before hastening over to his side. Fangorn, for all his part, was nervous, sniffing the ground, eerie eyes darting in all directions – likely striving to decipher the intentions behind anything and everything. The girl, however, was simply lacquered in the unknown, in embers of ignorance and innocence that she shouldn’t have even held. “What do you think is going on?”
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Remi Taliesin
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for 1000 nights i've been a restless soul
Beaming at his fiery-haired friend and her companion, Remi offered her a boyish shrug as he looked up into the faces of the crowd. "Well, I take it we are meant to ... fight?" He said, not sounding terribly confident. "Seems like the way someone like Delah would judge the next Greatwood Guardian." He added in a playfully mocking tone. "What say you?" Remi asked, glancing down at Fangorn. "You seem to be quite the little guardian, if your display with the punking is anything to go by."

Above, the crowd began to grow listless, booing and throwing things down into the arena. With a snort, Remi glanced at his opponents with a cheeky twinkle in his eyes.

"We could give them a show, if you are up for it. We never did have a chance to see how those fiery arrows of yours worked."
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Melita Najya
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MELITA
Based on Remi’s judgments and proclamations of their intentions, Melita’s face shifted from contentment and ebullience to a bitter assortment of rancor and regret. Her brows furrowed and her eyes dropped, glancing down at the floor, hands clutching her staff a little harder than necessary (and it seemed to encourage this, humming again beneath her distinction, her palm, her skin). “I don’t want to fight you,” she murmured; the things she fought were monsters and demons, infidels and heathens, false paragons and devious gods. Remi was none of those things – not even an enemy, an adversary, but a friend; one she trusted deeply. Why did he deserve to be sieged upon and against? Hadn’t he seen or experienced enough? This would be so much simpler, so much easier, if her opponent were Kiada (whom she’d willingly blister, maul, and maim), or some other irritating individual.

Isn’t this what you signed up for? the back of her mind pronounced, slowly, a cycle of poignant nuances, influential in reality’s brutal image. She’d done exactly that – and the youth wasn’t going to be able to twist and deceive things simply because she didn’t like the outcome.

While she grated against her own senses and ignorance, Fangorn puffed his chest out, proud, at Remi’s compliments. He hissed and growled too, as if to respond about Remi’s own grand manifestations and skills (the manticore shift had been very impressive).

When her eyes shifted back to the alchemist’s, there was only a devilish concoction staring back at her. And she wanted to refuse, to quit, to say no, because she wasn’t going to harm him – but the arrows on her back were conjured flames and breathtaking, tempting, inveigling proportions. “A show,” she whispered back, gathering the slightest annals of a hint; perhaps it could be all a pretense and nothing more. She stepped back several paces, Fangorn following but his gaze clearly confused and muddled – and she grabbed hold of her bow, a fiery arrow, and notched it along the string. “Ready when you are.”
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REMI
i've been sleepwalking and wandering all night
With a wink towards the gourd, Remi turned his stare back to Melita. Kind as ever, but boyishly mischievous even now. "Ahh, but how else will you become the triumphant Greatwood Guardian if you do not slay me first?" He asked, brows raised and lips in a crooked smile, his expression one of clear victory insofar as his logic went.

"First, a stage befitting the archer of the woods—" So saying, the alchemist stepped back and raised his hands. As he did, the barren arena suddenly sprouted trees, bushes, and a few other plants to give Melita some cover. The ground rose and fell in places in what Remi hoped would give it life, and Melita inspiration. A hero needed trees and rocks and things to vault from while shooting in dynamic poses, did they not?

And so, that task complete, Remi stepped back with a bright grin. In so doing, his curls straightened and smoothed, his eyes grew, and rows of shark-like teeth spread outwards from his smile. He grew and morphed, rising and elongating until wings had spread wide from his shoulders and a tail long and barbed protruded from the base of his spine. Unable to speak to her now, Remi merely roared before lifting into the air, his impressive wingspan beating downwards much to the chagrin of anyone with long hair in the stands.



Remi uses his mastered earth to change the terrain so that it's treed and not-flat. Then he becomes a manticore and flies about.

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Melita Najya
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MELITA
She absorbed his mischief, because it was far easier, far more comfortable, to do that then simmer and wallow in the foolish accord of her own making. She stepped back as the colosseum began to sputter into life; like copses, like glades, like beatific scenery befitting a true arena, where the world bared its teeth and bade them to hunt. But this was a show, a tease, a ruse, a way to entertain the masses, a way to exploit rules and regulations, trials by combat between comrades. On those instigating levels, she proceeded to try and act the part, to unfold pretenses along the high walls, to let the world view something not even tangible, not even corporeal.

When he transformed, she acted as though she’d never seen it before – like she hadn’t been across his back and shooting at a giant pumpkin, like she hadn’t revered it, been impressed, been enamored by his abilities. She gasped, ran back, as if panic had settled into her bones and enamel, as if her limbs trembled, as if everything segmented straight into upheaval and ruin. I won’t hurt you her eyes said, mustered, before she ghosted her way behind a tree, a scream ringing out into the makeshift leaves and boughs. “Oh no, he’s been overcome by the monster!”

And while she pretended, a masquerade, while he flew towards the apertures and thresholds, a magnificent display of wings, barbs, and mane; she pulled her bow string taut – a purposeful murmur made into the fray for the crowd. “There’s only one thing I can do.” She breathed, a sharp inhale, Fangorn growling at her side, and let the fiery arrow fly into the sky – the movements not powerful or potent, but the image of the weapon beautiful and incandescent anyway. Don’t hit was a murmur in her heart, in her mind. Don’t hit.
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What a show, what a show! The crowd goes wild as the manticore swoops and flies about, drawing all eyes to this goliath against the small redhead below. And wait - she unleashes an arrow!

Alas, it goes wide, ricocheting from the high stone walls with a prang!

It seems the girl's wish for her arrow has come true.



Remi dodges Melita!
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REMI
i've been sleepwalking and wandering all night
The manticore sways, the arrow goes wide. Ferociously, he is the monster in this dance after all, Remi roars loudly. As he sweeps over the crowd, he flies low, his hot breath and spit leaving a trail of half-frustrated and half-adoring onlookers in his wake.

But what would be more interesting than Melita merely fighting a deranged beast?

Why a deranged beast with a hostage of course. Winking towards Melita, the alchemist called out in a silent steam to all the attuned present. Would anyone like to be part of this? So saying a young boy jumped up and down, nearly tumbling over the railing-wall before his parents could wrangle him back. With a mental chuckle the manticore swooped towards him, grabbing the boy in his talons before sweeping up into the sky.

With a ferocious roar, Remi flew towards Melita thrusting the poisonous barbs of his tail towards the ground near her for dramatic effect.



Remi grabs a boy from the crowd! oh no!

He throws poisonous barbs at the ground near Melita.

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Melita Najya
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MELITA
For once, something she wished came true. The fiery arrow went wide, not hitting him at all, and she hid her sigh of relief in the chambers of her chest – watching, waiting, to see what he does next.

At the very least, the onlookers seemed to enjoy the show. The crowd was roaring, the duplicity segmenting and sizzling, and she had to fight away the grin yearning to eclipse her face. Remi played his part perfectly, even bothering to grab ahold of a child in the crowd! The honeybee raised a palm over her features to smother the laugh, the mischevious grin, because she knew he didn’t mean it, that it was more pretenses, more clamors, more goliath intonations against her.

“Unhand him, you fiend!” She roared in defiance, the very look of a Amazonian heroine, with her bared teeth and taut bowstrings, reciting lines from some ridiculous, tragic play, all the world a stage. Melita tried to dive behind a cluster of rocks and trees as the barbs rippled from Remi, aimed for her, hoping she’d managed to miss their stinging nettles (she remembered their power against the pumpkin king; didn’t yearn to be lacerated in their grace).

When she thought she’d found a good spot, she notched another arrow, breathing along its embers, its coals, its ashes, and let it fly again – perhaps, if she was truly lucky, it’d be the same as the previous one, and cause no damage whatsoever.
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It is a truly, trully spectacular fight, is this. Wonder, horror, excitement! The villainous manticore, grasping a child from the crowd!? And the ever so brave, ever so valiant redhead below, trying her best against a monster who will surely win!

Not so today, onlookers. Not so.

Melita dodges the barbs with the grace of a dancer and unleashes another arrow, hawk eyed if not exactly willing.

And it hits.

"FIRST BLOOD!" A Fae voice roars with delight. "Against all odds, Melita is the winner!"



You read that right. Melita scores first blood against Remi, and knocks him out of the tournament!
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REMI
i've been sleepwalking and wandering all night
The boy struggles valiantly in Remi's grasp (with a bit of provoking from the alchemist). As the arrow lands somewhere on his flank, he roars a sound of genuine pain and surprise. It does little to leave any lasting damage, but still he thought himself faster. Even so, it's pride that fills him instead of anger at having been struck. The cries from the crowd are overthrown by the manticore's wails of fury and contempt.

Gently placing the boy back into the stands, the manitcore proceeds to drop from the skies in a dramatic throw of death. Flapping his wings before he hits the ground to secure a soft-enough landing, Remi sprawls onto the ground with his wings fanned from his sides, continuing to play the part of slain monster.

Shifting back into his original body will Melita's arrow still stuck in his side, Remi shouted to the crowd: "WOE IS ME, FOR I HAVE BEEN SLAAAAAAIN!" Before tipping a wink towards Melita and closing his eyes in 'death'.

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MELITA
Despite all her intentions, this time the arrow glanced into flesh.

She didn’t hide the grimace, face falling, racing out as his body began to descend. For all the staged theatrics, she genuinely felt terrible, because Remi had been a great, dear, true friend, and she would never think to harm him, never wish to commit anything that would hurt him (hadn’t he been maimed enough?) The boy managed to be placed back into the stands, safe and secure in the arms of his family, and all the girl had left to do was act her part in this ridiculous scheme.

As he shifted back, she lowered her hands to his side, whispering, low, inaudible to the screaming masses. “I’m so sorry. Are you all right?” Then her hands went to the arrow, fingers ghosting over the flames, extinguishing their embers and rubble. The wink and overly dramatic shouts were enough to ensure he was fine, and she deftly plucked the weapon from him, murmuring another apology and hoping Isla was nearby to patch him back up. Then she rose from her crouch, the arrow in hand and raising the clenched fist towards the crowd, towards the applause, towards the fanfare. “The monster is dead! You are all safe once again!” Her stare segmented back to Remi, winking back.
help tonight to split its seams
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