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"I'm sure you're all aware of the rules", declares Count Threeman in a voice that reverberates throughout the festival grounds, "but in the event you're not, the combatants will attack each other with every spell, summon, and arcane artifact at their disposal until one of the duelists' HP has been completely depleted. The remaining wizard will be declared the winner, provided she hasn't been struck with a necromantic curse of 'fuck you, I win anyway' vitality swapping. But as neither of our duelists is a professed lich I can't imagine that being a problem. Now with that at of the way, ARE YOU READY TO MUMBLE some magical incantations?"
Noire tosses a bag of birdseed at Scarlet's chest.
>HA! A direct hit!
"Scarlet's arcane shield causes Noire the Brown's fireball to harmlessly dissipate in puff of smoke"
>What?!
*CONK* Scarlet brings down a cardboard tube on Noire's arm.
"Scarlet has severed Noire's arm at the shoulder with her fearsome blade of disfiguring".
>How the hell is that fair? I was told wizards weren't allowed to use cardboard tubes, er swords
"Scarlet is a red wizard. Red wizards possess a strong aptitude a variety of melee weapons, including the sword".
>But that was my birdseed chuckin' arm! I mean.. my fireball castin' arm
"You'll just have to make do with the remaining one"
Noire tosses several bags of birdseed at Scarlet with her left arm, but they miss their mark by a substantial margin. Scarlet smirks and pelts Noire with bag after bag of birdseed.
"Noire the Brown is completely engulfed in mystic fire. She can muster no defense against Scarlet's vicious arcane onslaught. Her HP is completely spent and she is naught but a pile of blackened bones. Noire the Brown, thou art dead. Scarlet is the victor! Ten sovereigns for a respawn, Noire"
Noire fishes around in her pockets. Just ten sovereigns left. Should she respawn, or should she spend what little money she had left on deep fried maize bars?