Sugarboy vs Quincy Abridged

[21:59] The doctor had developed quite the fast reflexes, He'd step back, expecting the attack. A whip of holywater wrapping around his wrist and pulling it upward to redirect the lightning skyward. Exorcist burns already forming on the occultist.

"So we're doing this here? And I thought you'd atleast have enough senses to carry your sorry ass to the field." The blonde was purposely antagonizing Quincy at this point, but why? It was wholly out of character for him. Sugarboy would shrug, his blood pooling from his skin and filling the gaps in his armor.

"Oh well." All he would say before dipping into his stance and readying for the fight.
(Sugarboy)

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[22:02] Ibzan Farwell whispers something.
[22:06] Quincy screams outwards as the lightning strikes all around him. Magical influx empowered only by his emotions at this point, the occult flare around him was growing stronger and stronger. Crimson lightning bolts rain down across the field, striking down in random locations as several would end up crashing into Sugarboy. However, the blood magic was quickly bringing him down- Whittling at him with cuts and injuries.

Water is brought as well, boiled or converted through blood magic- All of it crashes into his body until he drops to a single knee to catch his breath. Quincy's power was struggling to keep up, the damage output didn't seem to be enough at the moment as he instead races forwards towards Sugarboy instead of around him. Crimson cloaks him once more, screaming bloody hell to the skies as he went for another piercing strike.

"I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!"

With how close the first clash was, even Quincy didn't know how the second round would go.
(Quincy)
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[22:12] Sugar would dance around the fountains, blasting Quincy with a barrage of blood and water. He tried to keep his distance, but lightning struck him from the skies and the ground would shake beneath his feat.

He wasn't smiling in the least, a stern look on his face. The pain of hellstorm magic wasn't unfamiliar to him, he fought a man who he saw as his own brother use the magic against him. He'd sustain himself from blows that would knock him to his feet with holy water, seizing the own blood in his body to keep him upright.

Quincy would be the first to waver, and Fouka would offer some encouraging words. Sugarboy would only nod to him, looking back at Quincy with his arms out wide, challenging him.

"Try me, bitch"
(Sugarboy)
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[22:29] The fight would begin again, a storm of red lightning striking and stunning the doctor. He'd continue to defend himself with a shield of holy water, sending forth a maelstrom of typhoons and a misasma of blood towards the magi that was becoming more monster than man.

Tidal waves of scalding water would consume the square, pushing back bystanders and burning Quincy. Sugarboy continued his unending hailstorm of crystalized blood and.. Bubbles? Yes, bubbles, to add insult to injury.

The two danced around the town center picking bits of each other off as- Wait was that a fucking hoard of Crellus?? The situation only seemed more and more chaotic, but where Quincy was in a frenzy of madness, Sugarboy was calm, cool, and collected.

He'd use the crellus as cover to call forth one last mighty flood. Riding along it before crashing his boots square into Quincy's chest, knocking him on his back and sending him skidding across the coarse cobblestone with Sugarboy riding him like a surfboard.

Sugarboy would keep one foot on Quincy's chest as he leaned down, and whispered a simple question.
(Sugarboy)
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[22:29] Sugarboy whispers: Is it still worth it?
[22:36] So close. So close to clinching victory from the abyss of defeat. Quincy reaches forward to take his head off with a blade of lightning in his hand, missing by mere inches as something comes from the horizon- A swarm of green monsters that causes him to raise a brow and go, "WhaT-" It's about then when the tidal waves crash into him and flatten him on the ground below. His staff loses the power stored inside of it, and his eyes stare up towards the sky whilst his crimson flow died down.

… It would dissolve into motes of lightning and mana before fading into nothingness. His vision was blurry, and the adrenaline of the fight had finally tanked down enough so that he wasn't feeling invincible. Pain swept across his body, and his eyes were starting to close. As his defeat hangs just above his head.. He'd hear a question through his fading consciousness.

His answer? A quick mutter and drawn out: "No..." the next moment he loses all consciousness, and passes out in the middle of the square. On the floor like the rabid dog he was.
(Quincy)