Pushing the Sky!

[Dracos]

Cosgrove drunkenly sways and slides out of the way on the ground, his blade slashing in an unorthodox technique, intended to embed Livingstone's sword into the polished wood floor and then kick up to standing on his feet while his opponent is otherwise occupied.

Dracos

[Carthrat]

Instead of putting Livingstone's blade in the floor, Cosgrove's technique only deflects to the side.

As he gets up, his head feels sore. Livingstone again takes a stance, and the two are back to square one.

[Dracos]

"Getting slow in your old age, Livingstone?  Maybe I should just go and finish you off if you can't even hold your own with a magic sword."

Cosgrove shifted his stance to a defensive one, ready to parry the longer blade this time instead of trying to rush past it.  "Come on, I'll wait for you."

Dracos

[baka]

Fitz tosses his shield aside the second the golem crawls out of the ground and prepares an offensive spell - whatever Selene will offer him to blast apart Clive's creation.

Unfortunate that he must close his eyes to use the spell, but he tries to keep the feeling of the thing in his mind to keep the attack on target.

[Carthrat]

Fitz finds his magic reacting oddly with the presence of the blade Livingstone wields- either it's going to be sucking away holy energy, or emnating it for Fitz to use- and it seems to be flickering between these states.

As he chants, he hears the heavy footsteps of the golem rushing towards him...

<->

Livingstone's left-hand flickers, and a knife hurtles out from his sleeve towards Cosgrove's chest. After it's thrown, he quickly comes forward with a thrust at the shorter man's head.

[Dracos]

Cosgrove weaved out of the way of the knife with a drunken sway, sliding down and moving gracefully into a roundhouse kick low to the ground, dropping his entire form well under where Livingstone was striking for.

Dracos

[baka]

Fitz continues to chant, keeping ready to jump away if he feels power being siphoned away.

"Selene, my mistress, protect me your servant in this world, your hand on Earth, your mortal sword, give me strength to smite this creation of a heathen worshipper of a false god and rend it asunder." Fitz's words flow from somewhere inside him without thought, calling forth aid.

[Carthrat]

A bow made entirely of light shimmers into existence in Fitz's hands, and he knows that if he tries to draw the string, an arrow will appear there.

<->

Because of the delay between throwing the knife and attacking, Livingstone has no real trouble adjusting his blow. Striking at Cosgrove's leg, he manages to leave a nasty gash, as well as reduce a dangerous sweep into little more than a tap.

[baka]

Hastily Fitz places his hand on the bow and draws it back, feeling the arrow appear as much as seeing it, and aims at Clive, yelling to Richard at the same time.

"Get that golem!"

[Dracos]

Cosgrove grunted and twirled, continuing the motion as he spiraled up on his feet with his swords, slashing swiftly the whole way back up.

Dracos

[Carthrat]

Clive gasps, and flings himself out the way of the arrow. None of the graceful dodges that are being executed a short distance away between Cosgrove and Livingstone- just a long leap. He stumbles, the arrow cratering a chunk of the mansion's wall.

Richard charged the golem, and with a mighty overhead blow, finds himself locked in combat with the creation.

<->

Cosgrove's twirling technique is parried and blocked by Livingstone, but the man can't find an easy opening, and dodges back a step, momentairly on the back foot.

[Dracos]

Cosgrove pushed hard with his good foot, aggressively moving in with a blurring series of strikes from both sides, rapidly pushing Livingstone back.

Dracos
Rapid Attack, Rapid Attack!

[baka]

Fitz presses, advancing on Clive and taking another shot.

[Carthrat]

Fitz's shot practically fizzles away as Livingstone's blade glows with energy, allowing him to easily defend against Cosgrove's strikes. However, at the same time, the purple energy about Clive seems to dissapate somewhate.

[baka]

Fitz's eyes dart to Livingstone's blade for a second, then he presses forward again, getting as close as he can while still being able to aim properly.