Closed - Official Battle
Mid Ranged (10 Meters)
Akhwera Uzumaki: https://animebase.me/threads/akhwera-hpalore.783774/
Chakra: 2.600
Health: 200
Base Tracking: 35
Base Speed: 14
Body Attribute: + 10 to Taijutsu & + 10 to Physical Durability
Items: The Cloak of Sigurd & Narsil on Biography
Personal Summons: Gamakichi & Macuilcozcacuauhtli
Terrain: As you climb the steep path towards the mountain's peak, the biting cold air nips at your face and seeps through your clothing. The wind whips through the rocky crags, carrying with it the faint scent of pine and snow. Finally, you reach the top, and the arena comes into view.
The walls that encircle the arena are ancient and imposing, stretching upward towards the sky. The gray stone is weathered and worn, as if it has withstood countless winters and battles. As you draw closer, your eyes are drawn to the statues of past champions that surround the perimeter. Each figure is unique, their lifelike features carved with skill and precision from the same stone as the walls. They stand sentinel over the arena, their stony eyes gazing out over the snow-covered landscape.
The arena itself is a circular expanse of ice and snow, slick and treacherous underfoot. The edges of the arena slope upward, forming a natural barrier that separates the combatants from the outside world. The only sounds are the crunching of snow underfoot and the occasional cry of a bird in flight. The air is thin and cold, with gusts of wind that whip through the arena, carrying with them the scent of pine and snow.
The sorcerer Akhwera stands alone in the center of the arena, his dark cloak billowing in the harsh mountain winds. The cloak is adorned with a golden lining that glimmers in the scarce sunlight, casting an otherworldly aura upon the sorcerer. His features are sharp and angular, accentuated by the shadows that dance across his face. His piercing purple eyes gleam with an arrogance that seems to hold knowledge beyond the reach of mortals. In his hands, he holds a leather-bound book that seems ancient and well-worn. The pages flutter in the gusts of wind, revealing the intricate symbols and runes inscribed within. The book seems to be a source of power for the sorcerer, a tome of spells and knowledge beyond the grasp of most. Beside him rests a large toad, its slimy skin glistening in the dim light. The toad, Gamakichi, regards you with a disinterested air. His wide, unblinking eyes seem to take in everything around him, and you can almost sense his intelligence as he studies you. Despite his imposing appearance, Akhwera regards you with a cool, measured gaze, assessing your worthiness as an opponent. The sorcerous energy that radiates from him fills the arena with an otherworldly aura. The gusts of wind howl around him, yet he remains unaffected as if he were one with the mountain.
Off to the side of the arena, a Wendigo feasts on the flesh of a corpse [Mid-range from Akhwera and you], its elongated limbs gnawing hungrily at the bones. The creature is emaciated, its skin stretched taut over a skeletal frame. Its eyes are sunken and feverish, and its maw drips with rancid saliva that stains the snow beneath it. Despite its ghastly appearance, the wendigo seems to be under the command of Akhwera. It glances up at the sorcerer every so often, its gaze almost reverential. When Akhwera gestures, the wendigo rises from its meal, its skeletal limbs moving with an almost unnatural fluidity. The wendigo stands tall, its antlers reaching skyward like the bony fingers of a malevolent god. Its eyes fixed on you with a hungry glint, and you can sense its desire to rend and tear your flesh. The sorcerous energy that emanates from Akhwera seems to fuel the creature's bloodlust, and you know that facing them both will be a challenge beyond measure.
"Häk ipok dak thlo rithlös!"
Mid Ranged (10 Meters)
Akhwera Uzumaki: https://animebase.me/threads/akhwera-hpalore.783774/
Chakra: 2.600
Health: 200
Base Tracking: 35
Base Speed: 14
Body Attribute: + 10 to Taijutsu & + 10 to Physical Durability
Items: The Cloak of Sigurd & Narsil on Biography
Personal Summons: Gamakichi & Macuilcozcacuauhtli
Terrain: As you climb the steep path towards the mountain's peak, the biting cold air nips at your face and seeps through your clothing. The wind whips through the rocky crags, carrying with it the faint scent of pine and snow. Finally, you reach the top, and the arena comes into view.
The walls that encircle the arena are ancient and imposing, stretching upward towards the sky. The gray stone is weathered and worn, as if it has withstood countless winters and battles. As you draw closer, your eyes are drawn to the statues of past champions that surround the perimeter. Each figure is unique, their lifelike features carved with skill and precision from the same stone as the walls. They stand sentinel over the arena, their stony eyes gazing out over the snow-covered landscape.
The arena itself is a circular expanse of ice and snow, slick and treacherous underfoot. The edges of the arena slope upward, forming a natural barrier that separates the combatants from the outside world. The only sounds are the crunching of snow underfoot and the occasional cry of a bird in flight. The air is thin and cold, with gusts of wind that whip through the arena, carrying with them the scent of pine and snow.
The sorcerer Akhwera stands alone in the center of the arena, his dark cloak billowing in the harsh mountain winds. The cloak is adorned with a golden lining that glimmers in the scarce sunlight, casting an otherworldly aura upon the sorcerer. His features are sharp and angular, accentuated by the shadows that dance across his face. His piercing purple eyes gleam with an arrogance that seems to hold knowledge beyond the reach of mortals. In his hands, he holds a leather-bound book that seems ancient and well-worn. The pages flutter in the gusts of wind, revealing the intricate symbols and runes inscribed within. The book seems to be a source of power for the sorcerer, a tome of spells and knowledge beyond the grasp of most. Beside him rests a large toad, its slimy skin glistening in the dim light. The toad, Gamakichi, regards you with a disinterested air. His wide, unblinking eyes seem to take in everything around him, and you can almost sense his intelligence as he studies you. Despite his imposing appearance, Akhwera regards you with a cool, measured gaze, assessing your worthiness as an opponent. The sorcerous energy that radiates from him fills the arena with an otherworldly aura. The gusts of wind howl around him, yet he remains unaffected as if he were one with the mountain.
Off to the side of the arena, a Wendigo feasts on the flesh of a corpse [Mid-range from Akhwera and you], its elongated limbs gnawing hungrily at the bones. The creature is emaciated, its skin stretched taut over a skeletal frame. Its eyes are sunken and feverish, and its maw drips with rancid saliva that stains the snow beneath it. Despite its ghastly appearance, the wendigo seems to be under the command of Akhwera. It glances up at the sorcerer every so often, its gaze almost reverential. When Akhwera gestures, the wendigo rises from its meal, its skeletal limbs moving with an almost unnatural fluidity. The wendigo stands tall, its antlers reaching skyward like the bony fingers of a malevolent god. Its eyes fixed on you with a hungry glint, and you can sense its desire to rend and tear your flesh. The sorcerous energy that emanates from Akhwera seems to fuel the creature's bloodlust, and you know that facing them both will be a challenge beyond measure.
"Häk ipok dak thlo rithlös!"