The participating authors have provided samples of their character in action and of their weapons or spells. We're asking you to pick your favorite character from each bracket. Then it's a head-to-head challenge to see who will win the title. ** VOTE EVERY ROUND **
Fire is, as her name implies, a mistress of flame. Despite wielding this awesome power, she is adept with the 6 foot staff, sword and bow.
Fire circles her opponent, taking in every aspect. She can see weakness as easily as most can see sunlight and she makes mental notes on each. Her hands slowly twirl her long staff, giving her a defense while she watches. A cruel smile crosses her lips as she suddenly stops pacing. Her green eyes close to slits while a low growl rumbles from her.
In an explosion of sound, she attacks! The long staff jabs at her opponent, deftly hitting the back of their hand causing it to spasm and release the weapon it holds. In the same fluid motion, her body crouches low and a strong kick finds her opponent's ankle. Looping her staff back up, she hooks it under her victim's arm and then back up and in front of their neck.
She directs her adversary's weight onto the rapidly swelling ankle, sending a cascade of stars through their eyes. The tigress moves with sure-footed grace, striking them countless times. Perhaps, if she can hurt them enough, they will yield. They strike back blindly, and with pure luck, they manage to take her staff from her.
As Fire moves back, they heft the wood and begin advancing. Fire feels her back gently touch the wall behind her and she knows there is no more room for retreat. Instead of fear, her opponent sees a smile. The tigress holds that smile even as the staff lifts high and begins a descent towards her head.
With a thrust of her wrist, an unearthly streak of fire streams from her hand, incinerating the staff and showering her with embers instead of a killing blow. She moves quickly, taking advantage of her opponent's surprise and rapidly slashes her hand across their throat, her sharp claws reaching under the soft skin and opening the jugular.
Sadness fills her eyes as she watches them slowly slump to the arena floor. She never wanted to be here, to kill as wantonly as the creature she resembled. She understood however, her future adversaries will have no such worries if she allows herself to be beaten.