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Thunder rolled in the distance and a flash of lightning lit up the small room Ryan was in. The room contained only one window and the walls were all painted black. In each corner was a black candle that only gave off a little light. In the center of the room, Ryan sat crossed legged with a look of pure concentration on his face. He wore satin robes of deep black with a red sash around his middle. He was tall and lean, with well defined muscles. His dirty blond hair was cut short and his bangs swept to the right. His dark blue eyes were closed at the moment, but women would often get lost in them as they studied his features. As Ryan sat in the center of the room his lips formed unspoken words. Anyone who walked in on him would think that he was talking silently to himself, but Ryan was not deep in a private conversation, but was rather reciting words as for a test. Nervousness clenched Ryan's stomach, but he refused to let it show even in the private of this small room. Noise could be heard outside the small room, and Ryan opened his eyes just as the wood door opened.
"Ryan?" a man's voice said laden with a British accent.
"I am ready" was Ryan's reply, although he felt nowhere near ready for what was to come.
Ryan stood up and turned around to greet the man who had come for him. The man was small, skinny, and had unkempt dark brown hair. He seemed very nervous and kept wringing his hands over and over.
"Shamus, you seem more nervous than I" Ryan said with concern.
"Well, it's just that if anything happens to you I wouldn't know what to do with myself, you're the only friend I possess" Shamus said, continuing to wring his hands.
"Do not worry, my friend, I am the most powerful magician you know" Ryan smiled in an attempt to reassure his friend, even though he himself was unsure of his words.
Shamus nodded grimly, and turned to leave the room. Ryan followed him through the doorway and closed the door, labeled "Prep Room" behind him. The pair found themselves in a large circular hallway with people milling about busily. There was little in the way of noise, but there was an air of urgency and anticipation. Many of the people in the hallway wore robes similar to Ryan's, but of varying colors. Some wore white, some red. Blues greens and browns could also be seen throughout the hallway. Those who wore robes also wore sashes, either red or blue.
Children begin to study magic at the age of five. After 10 years of general studies, a practice is chosen. There are 6 practices to choose from: Dark, light, fire, water, earth, and air. After 2 years of studying under a specific practice, a discipline is decided. The young magician chooses either offensive or defensive magic. Followers of the offensive discipline focus on studying spells that are used for attacking while students of the defensive discipline focus on spells that are more defensive such as blocking spells and counter-spells. Ryan had chosen to practice dark magic and to follow the offensive discipline. Together, they could be a deadly combination.
"Lot of offensive player's here today" Ryan observed, frowning slightly.
He looked over at his friend, who seemed to become even more nervous at the observation. At that moment a large man dressed in simple black pants and white long sleeved shirt approached the pair of men.
"You Ryan Mortalitus?" The man asked, addressing a piece of paper in his hands.
"Yes" was Ryan's curt reply. He took a shuddering breath, trying to calm his nerves.
"Come with me, you're up next" The man said, turning for Ryan to follow
Ryan turned to Shamus, "I'll be alright, Shamus. Do not fear for me, I can hold my own in the arena"
Shamus did not answer, but nodded grimly and walked away toward the stands. Ryan watched him disappear into the crowd and then followed the man with the paper toward a large set of double doors marked "Arena" in big, gold letters.
"Wait here for the doors to open" the man said, and walked away to search for the next contestant.
Ryan stood before the large doors, reciting over and over the spells he would use in the arena. He had trained for 21 years for this day and had waited anxiously for its arrival. Now that the time had come, however, Ryan felt that all his years of training had not been enough. Perhaps he should have chosen a defensive path, or perhaps a different practice to follow. These thoughts were racing through his head as the doors began to open outward. The roar of the crowd greeted Ryan and he took his final steadying breath and walked through the doors.
The sky was dark with thick clouds of thunder, and lighting stuck once again as he entered the arena. The stands were packed with spectators, all cheering for the upcoming match, but Ryan could hardly hear them, he was too focused on the moment that had finally come: a chance to become a master of magic by proving himself against another magician in a duel to the death.
Ryan reached the center of the arena, and came face to face with his opponent. The girl wore red robes with a red sash, and had long hair that matched the colors of her practice and discipline. The robes clung to her body, and showed off her toned stomach and accented her breasts. Her eyes were of a deep green and Ryan found himself as if under a trance from their stare. He held her eyes and his heart began pounding even harder than before as it sent blood rushing to his cock.
"This is gonna be fun" Ryan said out loud, his nervousness melting away as he stood there smiling at the girl mischievously.
When Ryan had been sitting in the room and while he waited for his turn in the arena, he had been at a state of rest. Now he stood ready, and black magic spread throughout him, igniting the most primal desires in his body. His thoughts turned not only to the ways to kill his opponent, but also to the ways he would fuck her. Such thoughts were not present in his mind a little while earlier, but the effect black magic had on the mind was strong, which is why so few people chose to follow the practice.
She seemed uncomfortable under his stare, but Ryan held it firmly. The horn to begin blew, startling Ryan's opponent and giving Ryan enough time to make his opening move.
A strong wind sprang suddenly from behind him, blowing past Ryan as he stood, knocking into the girl, throwing her to the ground.
This is too easy Ryan thought, but was taken aback when he noticed his sleeve was on fire. Apparently the girl had time to react quickly enough and throw a weak fireball at Ryan, catching his sleeve. Unwilling to waste energy conjuring water, Ryan removed his robe's top, Easier to fight like this anyway Ryan thought, throwing his garment away.
During his brief battle with the fire, Ryan's opponent managed to get back on her feet, and was now staring at the shirtless man in front of her in surprise and slight arousal as his masculine features. Ryan took this opportunity to whirl two spinning blades, each in the shape of five-point stars, he conjured at the girl. The girl fell to the ground again, this time in an effort to escape the spinning blades, but they were cursed with black magic. They froze mid-air after missing the girl, and returned the way they came, back toward her. She barely had time to react, and narrowly avoided one; the other one caught her shoulder though and left a deep gash. The crowd roared at the first bloodshed. Ryan sent the blades away and stepped back as the blade's dark magic took hold.
The girl struggled to her feet, holding her wounded shoulder trying to stop the blood flow. All of a sudden the girl stopped a look of pure horror on her face. She began to scream silently and back away from an unseen terror. She then began to claw at her robes, audibly screaming this time.
"Get it off!!!" She screeched, ripping the middle of her robe clear off in an attempt to rid herself of this malevolent force. In doing so she revealed her bare, toned stomach and Ryan became even more aroused and his lustful thoughts became even more prominent in his mind.
As sudden as the terror started, it ended, as the dark magic's hold wore off. The girl took a moment to catch her breath, and then blushed deep red as she noticed her midriff was showing. Clearly this girl was a modest one. Perfect Ryan thought to himself, as his cock twitched at the thought of what he was about to do to such an innocent girl. But first, I'll let her have a little fun of her own, and he waited the second it took for his opponent to decide to retaliate.
Anger flashed in her green eyes and she began to hurl fireballs she conjured from thin air in Ryan's direction. Blinded by rage, her aim was poor and Ryan managed to dodge each one of the fireballs by ducking and spinning out of the way.
Noticing that her efforts were failing, the girl paused in her fire throwing to reach for something at her side that Ryan has not noticed earlier.
The object turned out to be a whip, and the girl uncoiled it with a sharp crack. Suddenly the whip caught fire, starting from the base, the fire spread up to the tip, and the girl was now holding a blazing weapon that could dole out some serious damage. Ryan saw the danger he was in and began to run away from the menacing weapon so he had time to figure out a counter attack. That was one of the main problems of following the offensive discipline which is why Shamus had looked so concerned, if your opponent came at you with a powerful enough attack, you could do little more than run because any defensive spell you may have would not be enough to stand up against it.
Ryan knew this all too well, which is why he decided to run, but he was too late to react, the whip struck his bare back with a sickening crack. Blinding, burning pain seized Ryan from where the whip met him and he fell to the ground on his stomach with a grunt.
The next thing he knew, the whip was wrapped around his leg, burning through his robe and causing tremendous pain where it met flesh. He began to feel himself being dragged back toward his attacker. Ryan managed to turn himself over onto his back so he could face his opponent. She had a look of confidence on her face, and was certain that she had won. So, it seemed, had the crowd as they cheered for her to "Finish him!!".
Ryan was not ready to finish, however, and produced a slicing spell that cut through the whip, freeing him. He jumped to his feet, ready to finish his opponent's advances, but not the fight.
Ryan closed his eyes as the girl prepared the whip for another and quickly chanted a spell he had practiced for just this occasion. Once his concentration was focused on the spell, he opened his eyes and executed it.
Four black, thorny vines sprang from the ground near his opponent's feet. Two wrapped themselves around her wrists, stopping her from finishing her attack and two around her ankles. The vines pulled her arms out to her sides, and she stood there as if on the Cross. His captive struggled to free herself, but the vines held firm. The spell was not completed yet, Ryan executed the second part.
A jolt of dark energy ran through the vines and into Ryan's victim. She threw her head back and let out a loud blood-curdling scream that caused the crowd to gasp and then go silent. The girl kept screaming for another 30 seconds and then she went limp. She would have fallen to the ground, but the black vines held her upright.
