Fan Fiction ❯ Arena of the NFA ❯ Battle for the One Ring: Sauron Vs Jar'din! ( Chapter 3 )

Arena of the NFA

Chap 3: Battle for the one ring: `Dark Lord' Sauron Vs Jar'din!

By: Piccard

Here we are, back for another match up! I hope that this one goes well… we'll just have to wait and see! (I just realised that I forgot to add GENDER to the entrants list! Please correct this in future please, okay?)

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Fighters info.

Lord Sauron: The dark Lord of Mordor who forged the one ring, and lost it when the shoddy workmanship on his gauntlet came to pass. Whilst being very powerful, he's still a bit dim!

Jar'din Arrowsmith: He may be over 6 millennia old, but the Sylvan Magi is by no means a pushover! Able to use virtually any magical weapon to his will, only a fool would challenge him in a match for a magical artefact. (Unless they're 10 times bigger than him, in which case he runs like a girl!)

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An hour after the previous fight, Light Piccard walked into the main library section of the arena, and as he focused saw Jar'din meditating a good few feet in the air.

Piccard: Call that training?

Jar'din: For a match like this,

He waved his hand and the pile of books in the air next to him split as each book returned to their right positions on the shelf.

Jar'din: Magic is all that matters!

Piccard: You mean you haven't noticed that you are against THE dark lord?

Jar'din mocked laughed as he walked past Light and towards the arena, only taking time before entering to turn his head and smile warily.

Jar'din: I'll cross that bridge when I come to it!

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Lightstriker: It appears that our fighter is ready, ahead of schedule… for Jar'din, this is a first!

Jar'din: :Angrily: Zip it!

The keeper got the message as a dark aura filled the area, and as Jar'din readied his staff he noticed fire start spouting out of the ground near the opposite entrance as an armoured figure shot through, and before he could even be announced he roared as he shot at Jar'din.

Jar'din: THAT'S Sauron?!?

Marth: I thought you knew…

As Jar'din rolled around a sword blow he stared at the commentary box.

Jar'din: I never would have guessed!

As he turned back, an armoured fist hit him square in the chest armour, sending him back against the barricades as Sauron advanced slowly, swinging his sword like mad as Jar'din's staff glowed red.

Jar'din: Wanna piece of me? Hell barrage!

A bright red stream of particles shot from the front, and as they hit Sauron stalled, buying the mage a minute as he reached into his pack and pulled out a winged helmet.

Jar'din: Counter the wings of wrath!

As soon as he finished, the helmet vanished into him, and without warning a bright gold pair of wings sprouted from his back as he readied to take to the air.

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Lightstriker: Jar'din uses aerial advantage and Sauron seems stumped, unless…

Marth: Lightstriker I think he read your mind!

Lightstriker: Jar'din, dodge that flying sword…

Marth: Too late!

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The mage hit the floor hard as Sauron pulled his sword out of the ground, and as Jar'din checked the slash in the front of his armour finding a bit of blood he stood up and glared as his staff turned gold.

Jar'din: You cannot win!

Sauron: Bring it elf!

Jar'din: :Sarcasm: It talks, a miracle!

He pointed his rod, and a bright gold fireball shot from the top, engulfing Sauron as Jar'din laughed.

Jar'din: how'd you like that, huh?

Before he could finish his taunting, he noticed the ball of fire literally vanish as Sauron clapped his hands, and as Jar'din focused he noticed something gold around one of Sauron's fingers.

Jar'din: So that's the ring…

Sauron: The one ring… TO RULE THEM ALL!!!

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Lightstriker: I wouldn't count on it…

He lifted his hands, revealing rings on all of his fingers.

Lightstriker: I got them on e-bay!

Marth: Cool…

He lifted his own hands revealing rings.

Marth: Between us… we have the 20 rings!

Lightstriker: It's bloody stupid really isn't it?

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Jar'din screamed as he smashed head first into a concrete wall, and as Sauron advanced the sylvan clapped his hands as the arena changed, and as it turned bright white the dark lord needed to cover his eyes as Jar'din smirked.

Jar'din: The spirit realm, my home… I KNEW light would be your weakness!

Sauron: Don't count on it!

He ran forward, hitting Jar'din head on, but to his shock the mage vanished and unbeknownst to him dropped a charge behind him.

Sauron: Elves aren't this powerful…

Jar'din: Wanna bet? Time bomb!

In due sync the charge exploded in a massive cloud of flame, and as it expanded both fighters were sent to the ground.

Jar'din: :Panting: Now I know… how someone's meant to fight…

Before he could continue his rant about D'sparil being a weakling, he heard agonising cries before Sauron pulled himself off the floor, shaking himself back to full awareness as he approached the slowly panicking sylvan elf.

Jar'din: This is impossible!

Sauron: It is possible… and beat this!

A quick slash of the sword and Jar'din flew into the force fields at sonic speed, smashing into the ground with a hard crunch as an artefact fell from his pocket and rolled in front of him, and as he looked up he smiled.

Jar'din: I always carry one of these as backup, mystic urn!

Powerful healing waves shot into Jar'din, and as he stood up he threw the now useless urn at Sauron, and it exploded on contact.

Sauron: I may not have my ring at the moment…

He threw his sword forward and readied his gauntlets,

Sauron: But I can still beat YOUR sorry hide!

Jar'din snarled as he pulled on his own pair of gauntlets, and as green energy surged forth he flew at Sauron.

Jar'din: Bring it!

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???: Ah, the one ring…

A keeper in blue armour had snuck down from the crowd upon hearing that the one ring was the prize to the winner of the match, and on temptation for ultimate power was trying to steal it. However, one of the commentators noticed him.

Lightstriker: Marth, excuse me a moment, I have a score to settle…

The hunter looked confused as Lightstriker threw open the door, and as Sauron and Jar'din battled he landed in the arena, shooting a glare at the armoured figure, who turned and smiled.

???: Lightstriker, fancy seeing you here…

Lightstriker: :Yelling: Sponge, put that down!

Sponge chuckled as he turned and ran, with Lightstriker in close pursuit as Jar'din pulled out a tome and began reading over Sauron's down form.

Jar'din: Tome of power… grant me… STRENGTH!

Dark energy began surging through his gauntlets as he slammed them forward and literally absorbed most of Sauron's life force before his very eyes, causing the shocked lord to fall unconscious to the floor with a loud clang as Jar'din started panting heavily.

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Marth: Our winner, and now holder of the ring…

He looked over to see Lightstriker run in battered and bruised as he threw the ring to Jar'din before landing unconscious on the floor.

Marth: Jar'din Arrowsmith!

A mixture of cheers and boos filled the air as Jar'din pocketed the ring, and as he noticed a blue armoured figure glaring from behind a pillar he smirked as Marth gave him the mike.

Marth: Anything you want to say?

Jar'din: Guy who took this meets Lightstriker when he's back up to health!

He said no more as he vanished upon using a chaos device, and as people began to start talking he picked up Lightstriker and ran backstage.

Marth: Before anyone tries explaining to me what happened I ought to let you know we ACTUALLY have a challenger!

Everyone's heads snapped round and looked at him.

Marth: It's true, a space traveller, goes by the name of Kaiki Sena…

Bio: who does she want to challenge?

Marth looked through his notes before looking back up.

Marth: That's the thing, she said anyone…

Piccard smiled as he turned back to the demons, seeing Anaetheron meditating a few feet in the air, and Cybos polishing his launcher as he walked forward.

Piccard: Cybos Kar'dare Arrowsmith, I think it's time you tried out your talents in a match.

Cybos: Rest assured, I wont let you down!

Piccard patted him on the back as he went to train, and as the others filed out to get ready he heard a hum from Anaetheron.

Anaetheron: :Telepathically: You don't think he can win, do you?

Piccard: :Thinking: I know he can… it's just that this is his first actual one on one match. When we faced the Deimos demon, you know that I had to come to his aid. I can't do that now!

The marine walked out towards the library, and as Anaetheron came down and started to help with the Lightstriker's treatment he couldn't help but look at where Cybos left.

Anaetheron: Prove Light wrong, win this!

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There we go… first full deathmatch since before I got blocked for a week. Still, I tried incorporating a little humour into this chapter, tell me if you liked it and I'll see what else I can do. But anyway, did you like that fight? Please review/ submit!

Piccard, getting to grips with things! /\/** =/\= **\/\