The Third Trial of Single Combat

[Envin]

~ The Third Trial of Single Combat ~

Upon a plain of the Pelennor, south of the White City, a large space of grass had been plowed under into a rectangle of soft, brown sand. About this sand was set a fence of white wood, and flags and streamers ran from the poles of the fence. Pavilions and tents clustered round the field, and within the high pavilion at the center of the field's side sat the Lord Aragorn, here to moderate this the first event of the Trial of Lords. At his right hand sat his bride, the Fair Arwen Evenstar, come hither to observe the match, to have a glass of winel with her husband, and to offer advice should the match prove difficult to judge. This is the third of the trials in single combat, and the first to be fought by spellcaster. The contestants of this event are to be the Lord Murazor, crafty Mage-King of Imladris, and the subtle Megloren, Lady of Angrenost. Even now they enter the field at opposing ends, and now the crowds assembled cheer for them. Bowing to one another at distance, they make their way to the Pavilion of Lords to take the Cup of Tournament, and to pay homage to the Lord of the Trials ere the event begins. Aragorn rises, and all follow his lead as the contestants draw nigh. Aragorn proffers them the Cup, they drink, and bow to all assembled, and then walk to their places at opposite ends of the field.

Aragorn drops his hand and sits, and the Third Trial is begun.

[~Tom~]

Murazor unsheated his sword , and spun it round him and a high speed it was almost a blur , then he set it into the ground , and awaited the challenge to begin.

[Megloren Istdale]

Megloren smirked and knocked an arrow into her Elven Longbow. She took careful aim. "Are you ready Murazor? I am afraid I am going to have to give you all I have. I wont hold back."

[~Tom~]

He flcike dhis hand forward and his sword shot back to his hand , and he said "And all you have wont be enough my lady "

[Megloren Istdale]

"I almost destroyed you last time. This will be no different." She quickly blessed her arrow in Elvish and sent it flying towards Murazor.

[~Tom~]

He ignored the answer and moved to the left out of the arrows path then he ran at her , , seeing how fast she could react.

[Megloren Istdale]

Megloren, fast as a horse from Rohan, knocked another arrow, and fire, closely followed by a second. She dropped her bow, and unsheathed her Elven Sword, ready to deflect.

[~Tom~]

Murazor dodged the one and used his power to knock the other off its path with his body,

He then jumped at Meg switching his sword arm , to confuse her .

[Megloren Istdale]

(We're alloud to use our powers?)

Megloren quickly parried his blow with her sword, twisting so she could do so. She made another swift movement in a sweeping motion, trying to slice at his flesh

[~Tom~]

(yes but only agaust another with powers)

Murazor a second to slow recieved a slash on his arm , but it did not phase him , he became as relentless as ever, and he swung for the women , not caring what he hit , eventually she would tire faster then he would , for he was one trained in many ways of stances and knew the weaknesses of nearly every art.

[Megloren Istdale]

Megloren growled as he left a slash on her forearm. She jumped backward, flipping in air, and outstreched her arm. Her staff shot into her hand. The witch thrusted forward, sending out ripples of pulsing energy. She was an Istari, and wouldnt give up without a hell of a fight first.

[~Tom~]

Murazor jumped after her , but was sent flying backwards from the blast , but he flipped backwards in the air regaining his footing on the ground , then he ran forward once more.

[Megloren Istdale]

Megloren swung the end of her staff towards his stomach. The swing was strong and had her full force beind it.

[~Tom~]

He flipped over in mid air just in time and put his sword out to Meglorens kneck and said "Surrender"

[Megloren Istdale]

Megloren smirked. "Never." She swept her foot to try to knock him off guard, then lept backward, sending another ripple through the feild.