Bayezid: The Initial Magus Awakening - Symbolic/Visionary Casting

[15:29] Bayezid rolled at his left shoulder, feeling at it...
Surely, he -was- different from before...
Physically impressive compared to before he committed his training...

That? And the muscular tearing? It was gone...
In some cases, a glance from the right perspective allowed his physical progress to be viewed through his clothing -- practically outgrowing the clothes he started his adventure in.
"Brother..." His back was turned, walking for a more appropriate location for their showcase.

"I'm not the same person I was back then..." He stopped.
This location would work, swiveling where he'd make pause to look upon his brother once more.

He was much stronger now, right?
A deep breath...
Nervous?
Definitely, this was supposed to show the difference in his stature -- that his training was paying off...

That the miracle that stumbled upon him, had infact been worth it.
With his exhale, his body sought to invoke that tingling sensation within him.

Confidence...
That was the key -- The mental block that restrained him from casting...
And in some way? It still was holding him back.
"I'm stronger now... Which is why..."
Was he... Glowing?
Yes! The air ebbed only slightly, but a VERY faint gleam of sapphire took to his silhouette!

Had he done it?! If so... He hadn't seemed to have noticed it yet.
"You can't hold back on me... Not even a little." He squatted down for an improvised variant of a fighting stance. Clearly, he was inexperienced -- and he...
The song of metal ringing through the air took to the ears of those abroad.

Iron Fang: The gift provided to him by Mordred was wielded, prepared for battle.
"I'm ready for you..."

Was he? Was he truly?
Perhaps, this round would tell...
(Bayezid Gazi)
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[15:30] Suleiman drew his bow, making sure to load in blunt arrows so as to not hurt his own brother. Although his brother would tell him not to hold back, he simply couldn't bear to hurt his own kin.

Now was the time to see the fruits of Mildred's training. He had to beg her for it, so this better be worth it.

He suddenly launched himself at Bayezid without saying a word...
(Suleiman Gazi)
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[15:33] Suleiman Gazi says, "..."
[15:33] Suleiman Gazi says, "Get up..."
[15:39] What... Happened?!
The ringing was so constant...
Yet, he couldn't recollect what played out before his eyes... Or rather...
His mind raced across the events.

Did his brother strike him... Only once?!
It was mindboggling how vast the gap was...
Droplets of blood dripped into the sand before his eyes. However, vision never faded...

Instead, he felt his expression ebb... Shift...
Muscles flexed and a slight flair in the translucent miasma wading from his body.
Down to hands and knees... He caught his breath.
'Get up...'

Slowly, he strained to pick himself up to his feet...
Fists balled, and body lumbering upright to realize... Iron Fang had been relinquished from his grasp. Meager feet away...
Yet, the feelings swelling inside him...

It was too much... Too much to take a single step away from his brother... Even for his sword.
Slowly, he turned his head, shadow downcast over his visage. Brown eyes reflecting the image of Suleiman standing ready still.

"..."

--and again, he sprinted back into the fray!
However, this time he was... Unarmed?! What was he thinking? Even with a slight glow, he'd only stand less of a chance!

One step after the other he gained speed, intent on closing the distance!
… But to what end?
(Bayezid Gazi)
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[15:53] Again...
Battered... Bruised...
And as humiliating as it were? He hadn't made a scratch on his brother now.
Back on the hands and knees...

Beaten.
Now however? His vision was starting to blur...
Pain was starting to rack up, and it was getting to him.

"Every time..."
It always haunted him...
Underwhelming at every turn...
When danger reared, he was always the most vulnerable -- yet he dreamed of a world where he could charge into the battles as the magi abroad did.

Perhaps, then...
Even as a child, he could've helped as their clan was devastated...
Perhaps then,
His brother would have someone amongst them that would give them confidence...

Perhaps then,
Bayezid's envy...
His self-hatred...
His fear...
His weakness could've been vanquished...

"Every... Single... FUCKING TIME!"
The subtle breeze amongst the sand dunes whipped up, drawing forth a subtle emulation of a sandstorm abrewing.

Teeth grit, buckling... As though threatening to grind themselves to dust between his very maws.
The subtle sheen taking to his image magnified...
Shining even, before subsided outright.
Had he... Lost it?
"I am tired of being second fiddle to every, damned ONE OF YOU!"

Eyes gapped, and flexing arms abruptly swelled! Was he... Bulking up before Suleiman's eyes? From his hands and knees, he slowly rose up to his feet. The shadow downcast from his image, emphasized by his ravaged hair and pupils that shined with the residual mana resonating from his activated circuitry.
It appeared Lys'Ria did more than simply heal him.

In a moment such as this... The mind defaulted to what nature knew best. One of a wild, uncouth stature. Slight streams of spit and blood seeped from the pits of his lips down his chin -- battling the urge to succumb to rabidness. The subtle radiance of energy now taking a less evident state, suspending his clothing and hair in a buoyant fashion, rolling upward.

Upright...
Awakened...
And infuriated...
Using all of his anger...
His anguish...
His suffering...

All in a state to push himself beyond the limitations of his former nonmagus sort.
"I'm. Not. Done. Yet."
An expression once reserved for those that would see lethal intent: A showcase of his resolve, finally paid off.

… But to what end?
(Bayezid Gazi)
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[15:55] Suleiman Gazi says, "That's more like it, get up."
[15:55] Bayezid Gazi says, "..."
[15:57] {Lost Restrained RPB against Suleiman Gazi}
[15:57] Bayezid Gazi drops to the sands.
(Bayezid Gazi)
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[15:57] Suleiman Gazi says, "Alright bro, I've made a decision."
[15:57] Suleiman Gazi exclaims, "I'll tell ya after the tournament!"
[15:57] Suleiman Gazi says, "It's a secret."
[15:58] Bayezid Gazi was still physically straining to pick himself up from the sand. It seemed the power-up had worn off.
(Bayezid Gazi)