[Solo] Technique & Strategy

[Miro]

20th of Fall, 511 AV

Miro was training his body all day, getting to his peak of strength. He stood out in the courtyard, the sun was shining down brightly casting light off of the sweat that dripped from Miro's body as he threw each punch, channeling the Flux into each one adding precision and force. His senses reached their peak. There was some things he had on his mind for a while now. He had been developing new ideas involving reimancy. He breathed out long and heavy, focusing his djed between his hands into a thick res. Steadily he pumped more, keeping a slow pace, to ensure it was thick and rich. The chimes passed slowly as he continued the taxing task. It started to feel slightly pleasurable to produce this amount. So much at once, he knew he had put nearly all of his spendable djed into it.

He stopped the tap on his djed, waiting a moment to feel the res that floated before him. It felt heavy, powerful. As he moved it, parts of the mass slipped downward to the floor, losing its shape. He kept it as a thick heavy sheet in front of him. It slipped down to the floor. Looking through it made him laugh. It distorted his vision slightly, giving it a purple tint. Stopping and thinking, he wondered how much usable djed he had left. Perhaps one fifth left, if he was lucky. He had no idea the limits of his usable djed. Overgiving was nothing new to him. He had never been too seriously injured, yet he knew the risks. The question he really needed answered was how much of the Flux could he use before he pushed too far?

He readied himself, thinking hard. The shape was nearly perfect, the interesting part would be how the reimancy was cast. Incantations and gestures increase your casting power. They align your mind, putting you in tune with you magic and keeping your thoughts focused. Nothing existed when casting but the target, the attack, and your emotions going into the attack. Hate could make your attacks flare with rage, forcing forward with devastating force. Sorrow could take the force from your mind, dampening your efforts. He had even seen magic cast with love and dedication to protect. When he was young, at times animals would come towards the house. Bears, wild cats, predators of all types. Before he could process what was happening, his mother swooped into action, flames dancing gracefully protecting them. She always explained fire to be such a reckless untamed element. Yet, when ever she needed it to strike true it moved with grace, carefully obeying her commands.

He paused, refocusing his mind. It was time to stop thinking and start acting. He divided his djed lightly between his core, holding it loosely at his center, ready to move. He drew in a deep breathe visualizing the element, the strike, and the shape of the attack. He had a target lined up on the other side a several feet away. He pulled back his arm, pumping his muscles with the Flux. He released his breath, letting out a firm yell. "MAS", he roared, striking his hand across the hovering pool of res. He transmuted a portion of the res to water, just as his fist hit the mass. With his last moments of control, aided by his powerful strike, he directed the attack forward at the target. It soared towards the target, drenching it. The water splashed the target hard, bending it back slightly. Miro divided flux into his right leg and arm. "MAAAS" he roared as he punched down hard, following it with a forceful kick. They soared forward, arcing in at the target from opposite angles. His pool of res was starting to decrease in size, the target was completely soaked, just as he intended. Drawing both of his hands back, hands opened, he took a low stance. He let the attack fly forward, hitting it in the center with palms outward. A large circle or the res moved forward at a rapid speed. It was not as fast as his other attacks, taking a moment to drift to the target. As it touched it wrapped firmly around it, spreading itself evenly. "Flash Freeze!" Miro called out, transmuting the res into a thick blanket of ice. IT was over an inch thick, all over the dummy. The ice was extremely durable from the compressed res.

Miro separated another section of the res, this time very great in size. He shaped it into a weapon. A long handle, around a foot long. Spouting from it, a large thick blade, resembling an exaggerated cleaver. The handle sat centered, the blade protruded forward from it, looking quite square in shape, but with a definite blade. He wrapped both hands around the handle, forming it into ice, he let it trail over his shoulder, flux supporting the heavy weapon, and res trailing behind on the edge of the blade. He ran up, and let his momentum shift forward, carrying the blade downward. He lined his remaining res along the cutting edge of the massive blade. Transmuting it to res, as the blade moved down, he created two small shockwaves pushing the air out of the way of the blade, allowing it to move unimpeded by the air in its path. It landed on the crown of the ice coating, splitting the targets helmet of ice. It halted a moment, first cracking through the ice. The blade suddenly broke through, and continued with vigor, slicing down into the center of the dummy's top. Nearly half a foot the blade dug into its target.

Miro panted, starting to feel the fatigue setting in. He fell down, looking at the blade that sat next to him. It would be a shame to let such a weapon go to waste, his mother could store it in a glyph, but Miro, could he achieve such a thing?

[Miro]

Miro took the blade and moved it to the side. He found a large patch loose dirt and sat down. Taking his finger, he decided to start drawing a glyph. In the center he began to draw a focus with his nail, making a trench. He formed two diamonds. one vertical, the other horizontal, overlapping each other. Around it he connected the points with lines that arced up to a peak then returning down, creating what appeared to be points facing outward. a few inches from the tips of the diamonds, he carved a circle. He carved two adjacent lines through the circle, and along the lines, he formed an hourglass shape. The focus was finished, now what else would he do?

He took to drawing a pattern around the outside of it. Ten interlocking circles surrounded the formation. A pair of snakelike lines worked their way through the group of circles, perfectly opposite each other. It would hold the ensure the magical effect stayed retained, in case of the spell going wrong. Now Miro drew his hand to his mouth. On each of his fingertips, he bit down drawing blood. Producing a small amount of res, he caught the trickling blood. Once the blood pooled up to a sufficient amount, Miro flipped it, running it across the trenches, filling them. Once the blood was settled in, Miro moved the res to his hand, stopping the blood loss.

He walked over at took up the ice cleaver in his hands admiring it. He proceeded over to the glyph prepared. He looked over the blade one more time, holding it by the striking edge. Slowly, he started to feed the handle in to the glyph. It slowly fed into it, disappearing into the ground. He lowered himself to the ground, so far so good. Nearly half of the blade was in, he was keeping focused, but still feeling slightly relieved. He continued pushing down, when he began feeling some tension. It was appearing the sigil was being pressed too hard. The upward facing remains of the blade began to shake violently. Miro withdrew his hands to keep them from being cut. Quickly, he pushed his djed into his foot. A solid flux kick met the shaking blade, cracking it. As the sigil started to refuse it, it began shaking harder. The blade flew off, nearly taking Miro's head off. But even still the problem was not resolved. There was a small amount of sword still sticking up. Miro forced his foot down, forcing the glyph to swallow the object and disappear from sight. Around the sigil, Miro drew the heel of his foot in a line, marking it off. He was a bit afraid to reactivate it, and with good reason. A glyph going wild like that was never a good thing. Anybody stepping into the area risked loosing a leg. He prayed that the gods take mercy on anybody foolish enough to set it off. Especially if Miro himself was forced to disarm it.

[Miro]

Miro took the blade and moved it to the side. He found a large patch loose dirt and sat down. Taking his finger, he decided to start drawing a glyph. In the center he began to draw a focus with his nail, making a trench. He formed two diamonds. one vertical, the other horizontal, overlapping each other. Around it he connected the points with lines that arced up to a peak then returning down, creating what appeared to be points facing outward. a few inches from the tips of the diamonds, he carved a circle. He carved two adjacent lines through the circle, and along the lines, he formed an hourglass shape. The focus was finished, now what else would he do?

He took to drawing a pattern around the outside of it. Ten interlocking circles surrounded the formation. A pair of snakelike lines worked their way through the group of circles, perfectly opposite each other. It would hold the ensure the magical effect stayed retained, in case of the spell going wrong. Now Miro drew his hand to his mouth. On each of his fingertips, he bit down drawing blood. Producing a small amount of res, he caught the trickling blood. Once the blood pooled up to a sufficient amount, Miro flipped it, running it across the trenches, filling them. Once the blood was settled in, Miro moved the res to his hand, stopping the blood loss.

He walked over at took up the ice cleaver in his hands admiring it. He proceeded over to the glyph prepared. He looked over the blade one more time, holding it by the striking edge. Slowly, he started to feed the handle in to the glyph. It slowly fed into it, disappearing into the ground. He lowered himself to the ground, so far so good. Nearly half of the blade was in, he was keeping focused, but still feeling slightly relieved. He continued pushing down, when he began feeling some tension. It was appearing the sigil was being pressed too hard. The upward facing remains of the blade began to shake violently. Miro withdrew his hands to keep them from being cut. Quickly, he pushed his djed into his foot. A solid flux kick met the shaking blade, cracking it. As the sigil started to refuse it, it began shaking harder. The blade flew off, nearly taking Miro's head off. But even still the problem was not resolved. There was a small amount of sword still sticking up. Miro forced his foot down, forcing the glyph to swallow the object and disappear from sight. Around the sigil, Miro drew the heel of his foot in a line, marking it off. He was a bit afraid to reactivate it, and with good reason. A glyph going wild like that was never a good thing. Anybody stepping into the area risked loosing a leg. He prayed that the gods take mercy on anybody foolish enough to set it off. Especially if Miro himself was forced to disarm it.

[Fallacy]

XP Award! Name:Miro XP Award: Unarmed Combat- 2 Flux- 2 Reimancy- 2 Meditation- 1 Glyphing- 2 Lore: Practice Punches Fire: A reckless Element Visualizing your actions helps follow through Reimancy Special Attack: Flash Freeze The glyphing process Dangerous Glyph Notes: You posted the same post twice. Humorous how the glyph messed up. Any questions or concerns about the rewards gained please send a PM