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It began. As the hosts voice trailed across the arena the teams were off. I started running behind a rather large barbarian brute, knowing he would try to keep the other attackers away from me so I could concentrate on my magic. Then I saw it, a flicker of movement I could barely make it. The signature of an enemy rouge hiding in the shadows and cloaking himself, trying to sneak up on the magical users of my team. I turned and found one of our mage's and got his attention. "A rouge! Over there" I pointed into the direction I saw the last movement, "why don't we put him to sleep shall we?" I gave the mage a side long smile and he returned with a smirk of acknowledgement. He raised his hand and concentrated on trying to find the location of the rouge. He then swiped his hand sideways and the rouge fell out of the shadows and onto the ground, sleeping like a baby. We knew it would not last so I cursed him with a spell that would temporarily damage his armor and motioned for the barbarian to take him out of the game. As the wiped the blood soaked blade on the ground he turned to me and nodded, and we were off again. The mage stuck close to us and we slowly made our way through the arena, taking out the occasional red team member that drifted close enough to us to incur the wrath of the barbarian. Then somthing happened, I felt my protective spells strip away from me and I felt like I was going to fall asleep. I knew that another group of spell casters had found me and were trying to immobilize me and keep me from helping my team. I turned to the mage and looked him in the eyes. In that glance he understood what was happening and began casting protective spells over me and tried to find out who was working this magic. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the barbarian swing his sword down, killing the mage who was trying to put me to sleep. The poet who had stripped me of my protective abilities then turned to dash back towards the center of the arena. I shook myself out of the stooper of the sleeping spell and began after him. I screamed back to the mage and barbarian to come on before he got away. I knew that the poet on the other team was skilled and would be using spells to make him immune from harm, so I would have to concentrate on stripping his protective shields while the barbarian tried to incapacitate him. We cornered the red poet in the west side of the arena, he was meditating. I cursed under my breath knowing that he was trying to keep his magical shields of immunity up long enough for his team to come and help him. I then turned to the mage and nodded to him, he understood that I would have to concentrate fully on stripping him off his shields if we were to prevail. The barbarian made his way over to the poet and began battering at his shields. I closed my eyes and envisioned my hand peeling away at his shields like an onion. I could see the poet getting weaker, he was running out of energy. I knew he would invoke more energy from what little vitality he had left and if I could only diminish his shields when that happened, it would be only to easy for the barbarian to take him out. Then?in a split second, it was over. The poet's body laid at the barbarians feet and I leaned on the mages shoulder. We sighed knowing that we had dealt a serious blow to the red team by taking one of its healers. We just didn't understand how the healer was left all alone in a battle like this. Then recognition set in, we looked around the arena and saw that we were the last three participants standing. I immediately leaned even more on the mages shoulder, giving up that burst of adrenaline for the calm of knowing that we had succeeded, and the carnage was won for our team. | |