FW Round 3 Written Chapter 1

Sparks flew as the electrical polearm clashed with the wooden spear Seläh wielded, and both combatants leapt back as one. The redhead grinned wider than before, seemingly thrilled to be engaged in combat, and he lunged forward, striking again and again. Seläh was pushed back deflecting the blows, grateful that she'd reinforced her weapon after it had broken previously. However her opponent's weapon had been made with the same durability, so neither would break easily. Her opponent didn't seem that experienced with his weapon, and left plenty of openings. After deflecting an overhead blow, she made her move. Redirecting the blow and throwing her opponent off balance, she lashed out with a strong kick to his side. The redhead rolled once, not letting go of his new weapon.

"Pretty good, girlie," He chuckled, rising slightly, "But not good enough!" He stabbed forward with the polearm, intending to impale his opponent.

"You shouldn't say that until you've won" Concentrating her energy into the ground a series of thin vines sprouted from the ground. The initial vines wrapped around the redhead's right ankle, stopping the thrust short. Turning to free his self, the youth was surrounded by various vines bursting from below. They wrapped around his wrists, chest and neck, effectively holding him in place. Seläh took her spear tip and holding it to the youth's throat, she spoke slowly and deliberately.

"Struggle all you want. You won't break those," The redhead looked up at her, his grin gone and replaced with a look of frustration. "There's something I want to ask you, so just sit tight." Seläh turned away and headed towards Oharue and Zane. Behind her, the redhead's grin was returning, his orally black eyes flashing a bright red.

Zane had moved Oharue next to an old well, currently channelling spirit energy to repair her damaged body. Seläh approached the pair, dropping the face of power she'd held in front of her foe. Growing large trees was one thing, but the creation and manipulation of many smaller plants proved to be just as exhausting. Sweat began to pour down her brow, and she leaned on her spear slightly.
"How's she doing, Zane?"

"There was a bit of internal damage, but nothing too serious. As long as she gets some rest, she'll be fine." The reaper moved his and away from the young girl's abdomen, confident that the worst was over. "How you feel, Sparky?"

Oharue smirked, raising her head, "Just feels like I got hit by a plasma rifle. Nothing I can't handle." The confused looks on her comrade's faces gave her a slight chuckle, but it quickly faded to one of horror. "Seläh! Behind you!"

Her reaction time slowed by her exhaustion, Seläh was only able to turn fast enough to see the face of her attacker before he brought the head of the electric polearm smashing into her side. The pent up electricity discharged all at once, coursing through the dryad's body. The jacket she wore absorbed enough of the current that she didn't die outright, but the sever heat caused it to be scorched black and it partially fused to her side. It felt like an eternity before the force of the blow sent her crashing to the ground, convulsing and returning what little she's had to eat. A tiny black worm was among the various foodstuffs, its body charred and black. It twitched once before collapsing, it's small body unable to bear the high electrical current.

The worm went unnoticed by Zane, who had picked up his shovel-scythe from the ground and lunged at the attacker from the instant he's seen the attack. The redhead was back up again and grinning, though there was a slight echo of pain in his face. How he had escaped Seläh's vines was not overly difficult to see, for a series of burns lined where they had once been wrapped, and an ashy residue laid testament to their presence. The question was then not how he had freed himself, but by what means had he ignited the vines while completely immobilized?

The grinning youth used his momentum from the swing to turn, dropping below the thrust and driving the polearm into the ground. Using it as a pole-vault, he launched into the air, twisting and landing several feet away.

"That makes two." The youth struck a pose, signalling for Zane to come at him.

"You bastard!" The reaper rushed at the youth, his blade a shining blur of death. The youth retreated rapidly, ever grinning, a constant mockery to his foe. Zane thrust forwards, causing the redhead to duck once again, but instead of following through on the thrust, the reaper shifted his grip, turning the thrust into a slash, which severed the head of the polearm and caused it to fly into the air. Certainly such a tactic would stun the youth, and changing his grip once more Zane slashed back for the final blow.

The deadly arc of the shovel scythe met only the wooden shaft of the polarm. Once again using it to vault, the youth had launched into the air as soon as the electrical head had been severed. Releasing his support as the scythe sliced through it, he grabbed the remaining wooden part of the head, and twisting in mid air, launched it straight at the reaper's exposed abdomen. The speed of the blow was too fast for the reaper to block, and the head pierced his hoodie and became lodged in his stomach, sending off a shower of sparks. Zane slid back slightly from the force of the blow, although there was no cry of anguish, no convulsing, nothing. The redheaded youth, which should have been crying out in victory, instead wore an expression of annoyance, his black eyes burning.

That was close. The voice of the reaper now came forth without sound. Just prior to the impact, Zane ad undergone a transformation from human to Reaper, and spiritual energy had coursed through his body, stripping his skin and musculature until only bone and his mohawk remained. It was the loss of his flesh that had prevented the electrical charge from causing damage, and he calmly withdrew it from his abdomen and tossed it to the side, a sparking black worm fused to the tip. Looks like I can't afford to hold back on you. A fierce aura radiated from his body, spreading towards his foe.

Whether or not the blast of anger was felt went unknown, for the redhead merely cracked his neck twice and reached into his vest with both hands. His right hand withdrew a dark piece of leather, clearly a sling of some sort. The ammunition was in his left hand, another of the large steel balls that had intercepted Oharue minutes before. Casually tossing the shot into the sling, he began to rotate it, creating a blur behind him as he settled into a battle pose.

"Let's dance, punk"