Temporal pixies

[Anastasia]

It looks like an elf to you, for what that's worth.

[Nephrite]

It's definitely not 'just' an elf, but even Synic should know that...

He decides there's nothing for him to do except watch and see how this plays out.

[Anastasia]

Okay then, just going to watch and hope it works out?

[Nephrite]

Well, Akadi would surely notice if he interfered at all, even with divine speech to Synic, I assume, so yes.

[Anastasia]

A blur. Synic comes forward as with one lightning fast swipe, the man is decapitated.

His head does not fall.

It hovers above his body, not a drop of blood spilled. Instead howling winds come from his severed neck, the entire body collapses like a suit of flesh that is hollow inside, one grisly pile. Winds erupt everywhere, streaming out of the body as they batter at Synic again and again.

Yan-C-Bin smiles darkly as they strike - yet Synic is barely moved. And then he's elsewhere on the battlefield, so fast (or so time stopped) that none can follow. He is above now, a barrage of stinging, bladed missiles ripping through the winds. They slow it for a moment as winds converge on Synic from all over, as he dives down and then flies up, dodging away as his blade strikes again and again, tearing at the gusts. Bursts of wind slam into the ground after those, ripping gouges into the stadium's floor.

A blur again.

Synic is past the semi visible winds in an instant, and they glow red and burst with flame. Breaking, tearing sounds echo afterwards as now burning winds see Synic, striking him from all around, following him as he flies up once more, dodging for his life.

[Nephrite]

Well, he didn't exactly expect that, but...

Would my K:P tell me anything more now that it's obvious this is some sort of air elemental or something? Mostly just curious if Moore can puzzle out how deep into the drudges Yan-C-Bin went for this opponent. 119 still if it matters.

He doesn't look concerned - in fact, he doesn't even have any kind of facial expression. He won't give an inch to his "opponent," trusting in the hope that he placed in Synic to see this through.

[Anastasia]

It looks like an unusually versatile and powerful air elemental. Most don't show this level of control over their bodies, not like this. It's not unheard of but it's a sign of a powerful, mature and potent elemental for sure. Perhaps a wind-sorcerer, one naturally gifted with magic and with applying it to their windy bodies.

It could also be something Yan-C-Bin helped create and keeps as a reserve, or simply a mortal who experimented with the winds and ended up becoming something inhuman entirely.

[Nephrite]

If any magic happens to end up close enough to Moore to identify, he'll take 10 on Spellcraft to get the name of the elemental for future reference. Otherwise he'll just watch. But he has an eye out for cheating!!!!!

[Anastasia]

Cheating. By that, what do you mean?

[Nephrite]

Yan-C-Bin trying anything untoward to either help his combatant or do something to Synic.

[Anastasia]

Like magic, spells, that sort of thing?

[Nephrite]

Yes. Well, anything Moore could notice. I'm sure there's some other sneaky things he could do that might go totally unnoticed, but Moore's a perceptive guy, so he's at least going to pay attention as best he can!

[Anastasia]

Okay then, then give me some Perception.

[Nephrite]

Take 10 for 97. If it's opposed in some capacity, Moment of Prescience for 117.

[Anastasia]

Wind and fire, friction and air. Great sparks and plumes of fire come from each contact, both sides, jabbing and recoiling. Synic soars up to as high as the stadium go and the winds fall back, gathering below him. Amid all the cheers Synic takes a breath and plunges straight down, his blade alight in a blue-green light like a collage of sapphires and emeralds blended together.

> roll 1d100
<Penuche> Kotono invokes Penuche's magic: < 24 > [d100=24]

He meets the winds head on. His blade punches in as arcane fire erupts all over the creature, a deafening cry as it flees downward, all as Synic drives down, stabbing up and down again and again.

Yan-C-Bin leans forward slightly, gaze intent on it as he watches, a hand gripping the edge of his armrest.