T1 MP

Upon approaching the arena for his battle, Noah Mayllen tucked a strand of his polar white hair behind a pierced ear. The breeze swooped over the area dramatically, and Noah sighed at the relaxed sensation that threatened to overwhelm him. His boots rests lightly on the dried grass that cushioned his sturdy anatomy. Slipping out his left arm so that it was parallel to the ground as the fingertips stretched, feeling the white glove enwrap his palm comfortably. Sunlight beamed down on the area as Noah stood at the center of the open field. The field could expand continuously, the dry grass marking its terrain. Other than the quite typical battlefield, butterflies would glide around peacefully. There was so many of them, with their colorful decorative wings. How pretty.

Noah came simple for today. A white muscle-shirt pressed against his toned build, showing the fine orb'like flesh beneath as manifestation of his daily work-out schedule. Noah's dark denim hugged his hips, cascading down the length of his legs neatly. Dark optics trained forward until they alas changed color to a piercing sky blue hue, Noah's katana, Jikeidan'in, hung at his hip loosely. The left hand would descend, bending at the elbows as his fingers languidly brushed against the carved hilt of his blade.

A short distance off (a few yards short of two-hundred,) the ground began to shiver and take on a dim glow as the threads of The Essence were beginning to be pulled and twisted to form the gateway that would deliver Noah's temporary opponent. The ground within a four-foot radius of the shimmering earth began to glow, the heat radiating from it's surface scorching the grass and dirt around it just as it charred the butterflies' that fluttered by, their wings shriveling and their corpses falling to the ground without even the usual after-life twitches. As time wore on the ground would begin to bulge and stretch as if it were a water balloon, fighting the stretches and twists as though its existence depended on it. The fight would only last seconds before the ground exploded, shooting chunks of dirt and rock into the air to be trailed by the loose dirt that encased them, and as the soil began to fall back down to the earth, Soerd stepped out from amongst the cloud, his hand moving across his clothes and removing the dirt with short brushes, as he shook his head to remove the dirt that resided there.

He was dressed plain, a white fighter's tunic hung over his torso, with loose fitting pants pulled over his legs, all of this held together with a brilliant red sash across his waist, the only object on the fabric would be the rune-covered scimitar at his waist, marked with the symbols for the four basic elements as they were written in his home. On his hands he bore fighting gloves, pulled tight so that the leather was snug against his skin. His emerald hues skimmed across the horizon, stopping on a figure a small ways off, few details showing through the distance, but he knew it must be the reason he was here, the reason being to have a spar with this not-so-friendly veteran named Noah.

Noah felt the ground rumble beneath his feet, and he glanced about curiously. Someone apparently made a dramatic entrance. Noah's keen eyes looked far ahead, seeing a glimpse of who his opponent would be. Soerd? Remembering that the last time they had seen each other was near the Meeting Houses, Noah almost smiled. Would Soerd recognize him now, with his head of polar white hair? Maybe he would. You never know. Other than his hair, he's still Noah ... right?

Deciding to do something as grand as Soerd's beautiful appearance, Noah manipulated the kinetic energy in the air around the whole arena, speeding up the molecules' motions so that they'd spread farther apart, increasing the temperature. With higher temperature, air pressure increased, and Noah felt the relaxed sensation leave him. At least he'd be taut and ready for battle now. Fingertips trailing along the design of an orchid on his runed katana, Noah stepped closer, so that he was ten yards closer to Soerd. This is going to take awhile.

He sighed as the air's temperature began to grow, and decided that it was indeed time to begin. He slid the scimitar smoothly from his sash, moving through the a few forms as he made his way slowly towards the other combatant, with each different form a different symbol glowed, the blade taking on the different colors associated with the given element. He stopped around one hundred and fifty yards from his opponent and flipped the blade into the air, taking a short step back as it made its way back down, sinking blade first into the earth. He began reaching out to the Essence, gripping the threads of fire and earth and jerking them away from their normal paths, and channeling them into the blade as he put his hand around the hilt, the weave going down through the blade and into the earth, down to the iron layer that resided one hundred feet below, the heat gradually beginning to melt the iron and raise the heat of the ground around him, this process would take a long while and knowing this much he tied off the weave and let it repeat on its own, pulling the blade free and wiping the dirt off with the leather-covered portion of his hand. He pondered lifting himself into the sky with air, but thought it too dangerous if the other had even the slightest knowledge of twisting the currents of air, instead he continued his path forward, closing another ten yards as the white-haired Noah gradually became more visible, something had changed and he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

As Soerd slid his scimitar from his sash, Noah focused intensely. Concentrating with the telekinesis ability Jikeidan'in offered him, the rocks behind Soerd came to life. To explain this shortly, Noah's brain was like a network, reaching out into the corporeal world to manipulate it. Mind over matter. The rocks floated to the air silently as Noah kept his eyes locked against Soerd. The tiny rocks whizzed at Soerd's back, with the advantage of the element of surprise. Soerd should be about fifteen yards from where he first appeared by now, since he only just started to move towards Noah a few seconds ago. Since he seemed a tad occupied with moving closer to Noah, it might just catch him off guard. The rocks veered forth, at the speed of about sixty miles per hour. A single, mini piece stayed behind. The other pieces were tiny aswell, but the great speed of which they came, thus the velocity, would land quite an impact if it indeed hit Soerd. But this is only the beginning.

Slipping his katana out of its sheath, a faint ringing noise was heard. Stretching out the fingers of his free hand, Noah telepathically called the rock that stayed behind towards him. The rock moved in a circular movement around Soerd's physique in an arc, the momentum carrying it towards Noah's gloved hand beautifully. Soerd would have to deal with his flying rocks at his back, so Noah doubts the guy would see a separated piece of rock flying towards Noah, not to mention its minute size.

He still held the Essence strongly in his body, and every thread pulled was like a muscle being tensed in his own body, he knew the earth was being shifted and knew that it was close, but he had no idea of its exact location, he turned in a circle scanning for any visual movements, and stared in shock as the rocks behind him began moving towards him quickly. His sword twisted free from the earth and he channeled thread of Air Essence inside, forming a sort of make-shift barrier that began to form in front of him, it would only take second but he doubted he would avoid all damage, the rocks were already half way to him when he started. After beginning the weave, he tied it off and rolled backwards and to right, unless the rocks were locked to his body they would more than likely miss, or at least the majority would. As a precaution he raised his arms in an x over his face and neck, his heart racing from the adrenaline.

Just as Soerd turned 'round to discover the angry flying rocks, Noah summoned up the energy he had stored up previously. Watching Soerd poignantly as the man began to form a barrier in front of him, Noah sped up the movement of molecules all over the area, and below. The earth under Soerd's feet pushed up ruggedly from the ground, breaking through, blowing up lava at about a twenty food radius of Soerd's image. The lava shot up like some sort of volcano, the hot steaming essence flowing out right under Soerd. The lava would push upwards, reaching about twenty feet to the air. He would be preoccupied with the flying rocks, and even if he did move, which Noah noticed he was starting to roll, the lava would meet him. He wouldn't know that the earth beneath him would soon break with dangerous lava. Even if he did, the possibility of him escaping was low. It would be rather difficult for Soerd to make it in time...

Noah caught the rock in his hand, rolling it along his palm as he watched the scene from afar. As far as he could tell, Soerd only formed a barrier in front of him. It would take time for him to form one around him, and by then, the lava would come. If he moved, the lava would come. The heat of it could burn Soerd alive, killing him.