The Games of Saberhaven
Mirage vs. Gleam Boldheart
This is the first glimpse the Arena has had of Mirage, and what a sight she is... six and a half feet tall, this elf is possessed of a beauty that any woman in existence would envy. Eyes flicker from her long, silky black tresses, to the high cheekbones of her perfect face, to her perfect breasts gently swaying freely and exposed, to the nipples pierced with rings of gold, upon the mighty dragon tattooed across her bountiful chest and torso. Ioun stones whirl about her head, and a rope and a net hang from her girdle.
The woman glows with power and radiance, bearing an aura of nigh-godhood. Combined with her aching beauty, Mirage stirs the hearts - and loins - of many in the stands.
Across from the half-naked beauty stands the essense of good - Gleam Boldheart. His helm shines in the bright sunlight, the gems sparkling. His red cloak flows behind him, though with less effects than his opponent. Not quite as flashy - and not concerned about flash - Gleam glows with the faint radience of several enchantments.
The warrior-mage seems more stunned at Mirage's applause than her state of undress. Not to be thrown off, Gleam steps forth.
Mirage carries a staff, into which are carved a large number of runes. As soon as she enters, Mirage tosses the staff to the ground near the wall, then urges her flying carpet forward. A loud drumbeat begins, and Mirage drops into a dancer's crouch, her brilliant green eyes up and alert as she sways rhythmically.
The drumbeats are joined by the thrums of some unknown instrument, providing an eerie melody. The carpet bearing Mirage begins to move forward, and the Hellenic elf begins swaying, dancing, writhing sinuously with her arms.
"I am Mirage, Consort of Scourge the Undying," she says, her voice honeyed, sweet, yet powerful as well. Her hands wave gracefully, her torso shimmies sensuously, her breasts bob and sway.
"This day bears witness to the first conflict between the House of the Dragon and the Righteous Champions of Altira. This is the day that Nick Dearsa, and his pitiful Goddess, learn the power of the one, true Dragon."
"I am his herald," Mirage says. "I am his Consort. And to you, Gleam Boldheart, lackey of Nick Dearsa, I am your death. This is the dance of your oblivion."
Gleam suddenly disappears and appears five feet behind Mirage.
The red robed fighter-mage immediately activates his ring, forming a shimmering globe around him with a 20-foot diameter.
Just before the globe emerges, the consort of Scourge pops out existence and reappears 15 feet above Gleam on her wind carpet and quickly rising.
Using her mental powers, Mirage tries to control Gleam. The strong will of the warrior previals and he resists her attempts.
The bare-chested woman recovers her mental faculties extremely quickly. And inward blast of mental enrgy suddenly stuns the woman, freezing her in mid-air.
Mirage's pretty face become quite cross, as she realizes what has happened.
Gleam casts a curious glance at Mirage, wondering how she managed to
freeze herself to the spot. She seems to be able to move her arms and
legs, but not change her position, as if being held by the waist by some
invisible giant.
Wasting not another second, the warrior-mage focuses his own mental powers
and appears next to her.
Angered by her predicament, Mirage fiercely attacks Gleam's mind. Nothing
seems to come of it, but suddenly Gleam feels himself lose control of his
body.
Still stuck, Mirage smiles at Gleam, not six feet in front of her face,
knowing she has full control over the warrior-mage's actions.
"Your mind is strong, Gleam Boldhart," Mirage says, eyes twinkling. "It
took me nearly a minute and a half to overcome your defenses. Now we shall
put an end to this..."
Mirage becomes unstuck from the invisible force that gripped her, and
again glides smoothly on her magical carpet. She hovers near Gleam. "Grasp
your Ioun Stones," the beautiful elf says, "and throw them to the ground."
Gleam reaches up and plucks the whirling stones from their orbit, and
throws them to the ground far below.
"Now you will close your eyes, and accept this spell that I am about to
cast," Mirage commands, and she quickly begins to intone words of power,
and gesture rythymically. Gleam's eyes close, and he visibly relaxes.
Mirage finishes her spell, and her armband glows. A thin green ray erupts
from her fingers, lancing into Gleam.
A small smile playing at the corners of his mouth, Gleam Boldheart
vaporizes from existence. Small particles of dust swirl, then are lost in
the breeze.
Mirage begins to fly around the Arena, making eye contact with fans, who
are cheering and yelling like crazy.
"We are the House of the Dragon!" she cries out. "None shall stand before
us! Let all Righteous Champions of Altira know the price of defying the
will of Scourge the Undying!" Mirage completes her victory lap, then
glides quickly down towards her door, then through it, leaving only the
raucous cheering and the dust of her enemy behind.
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