The Wind's gentle breeze echos throughout the Caverns. It's quiet song lays all to sleep. In this very cavern, a fight will take place within the sun's rays. . .A battle of two mages shall commence.


Thomas entered the cave, hoping to train his skills for the next guild mission. However, he felt a presence. one that matches his. another mage, perhaps. he stood up from where the sun's light was set, and drew a pistol.
"You might want to come out there, no?"

"Took you long enough."

Corban leapt down from a slippery boulder, stepping into the light several meters away and several feet below the other man. The cave was damp with dripping water, and was ridden on all sides by dripstone. Milky crimson pupils were visored by a pair of... diamond-blue visors. They seemed opaque to those looking in, but following some inspiration from two-way-mirrors, he effectively owned the most expensive pair of shades ever! Well, shades that doubled as a beautifully intricate sub-sensor-detector relay.

Corban did not know who the challenger was beforehand. Rather, there was a letter left for him at his usual spot in the local Tavern. Written on it were only a time and place; right now, in this cave. History told him this would be either another mage hopeful seeking to learn from, or another challenger bent on defeating the esteemed Guardian. Though he may have been disappointed with what he saw, or rather didn't see though.

As it stood, Corban was locked away from his higher level magics and techniques by a self-appointed Ablative Seal, effectively forcing him to fight at around half a tank. This gunmage was not the only one trying to get in a good workout today. He drew the straight-sword from his side, its crossguard reflecting light into rainbow ribbons.

"Well? I'm ready when you are."

Thomas drew his pistols as he analyzed his opponent. he tried to look for his 'mage's contract', but failed to see the point for he might be a much powerful mage than he is. As his foe drew his blade, rainbows of light reflected upon it. It would truly be spectacular. Truthfully, his only goal is to get his guildmembers home, who were unrightfully sent into this world and signed a World's Contract.

Nevertheless, Thomas aimed at the rock above his opponent. He shot it once,causing the rock to fall and the gunslinger strafed to the side. his pistol which thunder spells were to be casted upon, were aimed at his foe, whether or not he decided to escaped the debris

Corban was more than prepared to defend against lead, magic, or both; the man's gun was unholstered since before they even traded words. Given Corban was below him, and the stalagtite well above them both, he was not surprised nor fooled, given the man's aiming arm was a dead giveaway. Two steps back would end with the stalagtite becoming a stalagmite as it bit into the soft cavern floor that Corban previously occupied, creating a natural, thin wall between them.

Hmm. He seems to play by the book; distract and strafe, more than likely to follow-up fire. Corban would be prepared if he did. From behind his stony cover, he envisioned the man's trajectory in his minds eye. His visor mapped his enemies speed and direction to a clean grid. With some mathematical know-how, He'd be able to track his movement even if he couldn't see him.

The high number of stalagtites and flowstones implied high moisture and a primary base of limestone. How convenient for Corban! He may as well have been fighting in a makeshift chemistry lab, what with all this raw material. Clenching his hand into a fist, large masses of rapidly solidifying water imploded toward Thomas. The composition of the cave meant the water impurity by other materials was rather high, so transmuting the components away from one another to leave only the solid matter and speed up the 'deposit' process was simple. Before he knew it, Thomas would be shishkabobbed by at least ten water-turned-stone-spikes.