Dimensions Part 11: Pause's Kingdom
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Veches pushed Zisteau forwards, he’d stopped in the door. Zisteau was standing in fire. Blame laughing as the shock slowly dissipated.
‘Welcome. Here fire is not as you remember, it is a source of life. I will take you to the town square, from there you can find anything. Just ask around.’ The three looked at him, somewhat surprised ‘I’m Blaine.’ Having mistaken their confusion for surprise.
They followed him in silence, not sure if they are supposed to lead him or leave him for Blame when he came here. The town square was bustling. Blaine said farewell, leaving them at an entrance to the town square. Various members of their group were around, shopping in the market stalls, running them or just hanging out.
‘Genuine royal vegetables. Straight from kings’ gardens.’ Pyrao was calling from his stall. It was a simple affair, with normal fruit and veg as well as flowers that appeared to be made of fire. The group went over, seeing as they could not spot Zisteau or Vechs. ‘May I interest you in…? Oh, sire? Taking the champion shopping, my lord?’ Pyrao gave a curt bow to Zisteau then Vechs. Looks like they all knew each other in this world already. But they were told to find themselves.
‘Can you lead us to your lord?’ Pyrao asked
‘He is right there Squire’ he indicated Zisteau. Zisteau shook his head.
‘Can you lead us to where he should be’ The Pyrao nodded
‘Okay. Who are you?’
‘Pyrao, these are my mates Zisteau and Vechs’
‘Aquoa, are you here to hurt my lord?’
‘No, we just want to say hello’ Aquoa smiled. He started packing up his stall, but only took some of the stock with him, after a short hushed discussion with his neighbour, an exchange of money, the goods passed onto the next stall. Aquoa headed up the hill out of the square.
They arrived at an imposing castle. After a short discussion with the guard the group where allowed access, surrounded by guards now. Aquoa ran ahead, to tell Local Zisteau of the visitors. Zisteau was on the throne wearing finery, Veches stood beside in full plate armour, helmet under one arm, and broadsword seethed with hand on the hilt.
‘Welcome guest of the other worlds, are you here to challenge my champion?’
‘We are just here to meet ourselves’ Zisteau responded to himself
‘It is customary for dignitaries in this kingdom to set their champions to fight upon meeting, or are you unaware?’
‘So we must present a champion?’
‘You must, or leave’
‘I will represent our group’
‘Step forth champions.’ A ring raised around the floor in the middle up to waist height. ‘Get the other out of the circle’
Champion Vechs took off his full plate, and rested his sword against Local Zisteaus’ throne. The two squared off in the ring. Each unsure if they should just charge or wait for the other to come forth so they could be knocked off balance with their own power. They paced circles around each other, watching to find a weak point. The room was silent. Zisteau changed Pace, and was met. Changing direction brought them no closer. A quick stop confirmed that the Champions reflexes were honed.
It was the campions turn to test. He moved directly towards Zisteau. Zisteau moving past him with little effort. They Squared off, watching the others eyes. Daring them to make the next move. Once more the champion moved towards Zisteau. It wasn’t a rushed advance, it was slow, deliberate, as if testing where he’d go. Watching every motion as he turned watching Zisteau pass mid step. Smiling as he landed, he faced Zisteau once more.
The champion rolled forwards, arriving crouched where Zisteau had stood moments before. He followed this up with a leg swipe at where Zisteau had moved to, finding his mark, Zisteau stood strong. The two realised in the same moment that the other was par with their doubles. Zisteau grabbed the back of the Champions clothing before he could use his sharp reflexes to get away and keep the distance. Placing him, gently, out of the circle near his armour. The Champion pouted and donned his armour. Pyrao, cheering, turning to Aquoa demanding his prize. Aquoa handed over one of his fire flowers.
‘Welcome to my realm’ Local Zisteau called before jumping into the ring to join himself ‘this should be fun’
Zisteau nodded. He’d never had a chance to go against himself, who does? Local Zisteau had had a chance to watch and see what holes in his defense, but he knew their strength and speed would match much like the Vechs. Best chance or each of them was probably to knock them off balance. Zisteau could easily stand firm to barrages from Anderz, but a well-placed Etho was a challenge.
Fight like Etho, Let him come to you, Let him use his energy and just re-direct it. Patience was not unknown to him, but man this drags. Just as he was about to shift his tactic, Local Zisteau took a step forwards, not nearly even tenth of the distance. And then he darted to the side, Zisteau moved. Trying to remember Both to keep himself ready for impact and working out how he could gain the advantage through it. But it never came.
Turning on landing, seeing the other had just turned too. They started circling, Local Zisteau trying to draw the circle smaller. Zisteau stopped. Local Zisteau saw it as an opening and charged into his side. Zisteau attempted to deflect. Moving at almost the right time. Getting a bit winded, but managing to cause Local Zisteau to fall headfirst into the ring.
He thought for a moment of moving forwards to grapple Local Zisteau, but remembered that was what almost everyone, but Etho, would do. He sighed impatiently. His call to play like Etho had given him the upper hand. Local Zisteau rolled over and slowly rose, smiling. This time bringing with the caution that Zisteau recognised as his defense to Etho. Time to switch it up, instinctively reacting. He moved to start the circling. Quickly changing it when the other started. Stopping and moving directly at Local Zisteau. Stopping just out of reach before darting back. King slightly out of balance. Grabbing at where Zisteau had been. He moved forwards, taking the legs from under Local Zisteau. Lifting him above his head, before throwing him out of the ring. The champion rushed over to check on his king, who started laughing.
‘You are skilled, my friend’
‘Thanks’ Zisteau smiled at Local Zisteau, who was retaking his place on the throne.
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Previous
Charaters
Veches pushed Zisteau forwards, he’d stopped in the door. Zisteau was standing in fire. Blame laughing as the shock slowly dissipated.
‘Welcome. Here fire is not as you remember, it is a source of life. I will take you to the town square, from there you can find anything. Just ask around.’ The three looked at him, somewhat surprised ‘I’m Blaine.’ Having mistaken their confusion for surprise.
They followed him in silence, not sure if they are supposed to lead him or leave him for Blame when he came here. The town square was bustling. Blaine said farewell, leaving them at an entrance to the town square. Various members of their group were around, shopping in the market stalls, running them or just hanging out.
‘Genuine royal vegetables. Straight from kings’ gardens.’ Pyrao was calling from his stall. It was a simple affair, with normal fruit and veg as well as flowers that appeared to be made of fire. The group went over, seeing as they could not spot Zisteau or Vechs. ‘May I interest you in…? Oh, sire? Taking the champion shopping, my lord?’ Pyrao gave a curt bow to Zisteau then Vechs. Looks like they all knew each other in this world already. But they were told to find themselves.
‘Can you lead us to your lord?’ Pyrao asked
‘He is right there Squire’ he indicated Zisteau. Zisteau shook his head.
‘Can you lead us to where he should be’ The Pyrao nodded
‘Okay. Who are you?’
‘Pyrao, these are my mates Zisteau and Vechs’
‘Aquoa, are you here to hurt my lord?’
‘No, we just want to say hello’ Aquoa smiled. He started packing up his stall, but only took some of the stock with him, after a short hushed discussion with his neighbour, an exchange of money, the goods passed onto the next stall. Aquoa headed up the hill out of the square.
They arrived at an imposing castle. After a short discussion with the guard the group where allowed access, surrounded by guards now. Aquoa ran ahead, to tell Local Zisteau of the visitors. Zisteau was on the throne wearing finery, Veches stood beside in full plate armour, helmet under one arm, and broadsword seethed with hand on the hilt.
‘Welcome guest of the other worlds, are you here to challenge my champion?’
‘We are just here to meet ourselves’ Zisteau responded to himself
‘It is customary for dignitaries in this kingdom to set their champions to fight upon meeting, or are you unaware?’
‘So we must present a champion?’
‘You must, or leave’
‘I will represent our group’
‘Step forth champions.’ A ring raised around the floor in the middle up to waist height. ‘Get the other out of the circle’
Champion Vechs took off his full plate, and rested his sword against Local Zisteaus’ throne. The two squared off in the ring. Each unsure if they should just charge or wait for the other to come forth so they could be knocked off balance with their own power. They paced circles around each other, watching to find a weak point. The room was silent. Zisteau changed Pace, and was met. Changing direction brought them no closer. A quick stop confirmed that the Champions reflexes were honed.
It was the campions turn to test. He moved directly towards Zisteau. Zisteau moving past him with little effort. They Squared off, watching the others eyes. Daring them to make the next move. Once more the champion moved towards Zisteau. It wasn’t a rushed advance, it was slow, deliberate, as if testing where he’d go. Watching every motion as he turned watching Zisteau pass mid step. Smiling as he landed, he faced Zisteau once more.
The champion rolled forwards, arriving crouched where Zisteau had stood moments before. He followed this up with a leg swipe at where Zisteau had moved to, finding his mark, Zisteau stood strong. The two realised in the same moment that the other was par with their doubles. Zisteau grabbed the back of the Champions clothing before he could use his sharp reflexes to get away and keep the distance. Placing him, gently, out of the circle near his armour. The Champion pouted and donned his armour. Pyrao, cheering, turning to Aquoa demanding his prize. Aquoa handed over one of his fire flowers.
‘Welcome to my realm’ Local Zisteau called before jumping into the ring to join himself ‘this should be fun’
Zisteau nodded. He’d never had a chance to go against himself, who does? Local Zisteau had had a chance to watch and see what holes in his defense, but he knew their strength and speed would match much like the Vechs. Best chance or each of them was probably to knock them off balance. Zisteau could easily stand firm to barrages from Anderz, but a well-placed Etho was a challenge.
Fight like Etho, Let him come to you, Let him use his energy and just re-direct it. Patience was not unknown to him, but man this drags. Just as he was about to shift his tactic, Local Zisteau took a step forwards, not nearly even tenth of the distance. And then he darted to the side, Zisteau moved. Trying to remember Both to keep himself ready for impact and working out how he could gain the advantage through it. But it never came.
Turning on landing, seeing the other had just turned too. They started circling, Local Zisteau trying to draw the circle smaller. Zisteau stopped. Local Zisteau saw it as an opening and charged into his side. Zisteau attempted to deflect. Moving at almost the right time. Getting a bit winded, but managing to cause Local Zisteau to fall headfirst into the ring.
He thought for a moment of moving forwards to grapple Local Zisteau, but remembered that was what almost everyone, but Etho, would do. He sighed impatiently. His call to play like Etho had given him the upper hand. Local Zisteau rolled over and slowly rose, smiling. This time bringing with the caution that Zisteau recognised as his defense to Etho. Time to switch it up, instinctively reacting. He moved to start the circling. Quickly changing it when the other started. Stopping and moving directly at Local Zisteau. Stopping just out of reach before darting back. King slightly out of balance. Grabbing at where Zisteau had been. He moved forwards, taking the legs from under Local Zisteau. Lifting him above his head, before throwing him out of the ring. The champion rushed over to check on his king, who started laughing.
‘You are skilled, my friend’
‘Thanks’ Zisteau smiled at Local Zisteau, who was retaking his place on the throne.
