Seeing the persons response so many tis in advance, Sage had set this trap to take advantage of his foes behavior. That gave him the chance to block the avenues of escape and allowed him to close the gap between them. He touched down on the ground only a dozen yards away from the cloaked figure. Just in ti for the person to spin around to face him. Almost imdiately, the black liquid was flowing across the ground towards him, and at extrely high speed like a tiny wave.
Sage had already taken in a deep breath and he released it towards his foe. A furious cone of fla erupted from his mouth. At almost the sa instant, the black tar on the ground stopped advancing forward and instead advanced upward, creating a wall between the two of them. The cloaked figure disappeared from Sages view, hidden behind the wall of tar and the inferno of fla. Sage had already used it upon the tar person from before and while not effective it had at least worn it down. The flaming tar person had been nearly half the size it had originally been after a few minutes of combusting.
He stopped the gout of fla and smiled at the person opposite him. Small flecks of the tar had been blasted apart from the fury of his flaming breath. The little globs were still burning and had splattered across the area. Like tiny disgusting candles, they created a chaotic pattern of lighting. Pools of reflective black, like dirty mirrors with licks of fla atop them. More of that black oil like substance flowed out from the lower hem of his foes cloak. It spilled out in viscous waves, the puddle transforming into a small mound and lifting the person upwards. Sage laughed and a viscous liquid spread out from behind him.
Four tendrils of undulating liquid extended from behind his back, they looked like the tentacles of an octopus, but of an ice blue color and didnt look solid. If the black liquid was like oil or tar, the tendrils were closer to a sort of ooze. As they twisted and moved in the fire light, they similarly reflected the light, but it was a cleaner reflection than the oil, more like a mirror than the rainbow iridescence of the tar.
Both combatants seed to be gathering their strength. The initial clash was rely a test of might. Sage had confird a sort of resonance between them and verified that their strength was comparable. That initial attack would have told him if he was too weak to battle. In fact, before he even made the move hed already seen the response, but seeing the future wasnt everything. The clash of Qi, collisions of physical force and the remnant power that arose from the contact had to be felt, not seen. The Tiless Eyes couldnt help him in that regard. That was why he chose to open with a gout of fla. The enemy already knew about the attack, and it covered a wide area. It wouldnt reveal any of his tricks, while also creating a distraction if he was too weak and had to imdiately flee. Fortunately, it seed they were quite evenly matched.
The smile on his face grew wider, and the four ice blue tendrils behind him reared up and then swung forward like four whips. They each arched to attack on a different angle, and the black tar rose up from the ground in one large clump, twisting and swirling like a single huge pseudopod. A slug of black oil swatted away the four tentacles, blocking the attacks and imdiately counter attacking. It grew larger and larger, intercepting the Blue Icesilver and then swinging in to attack Sage. Flowing smoothly, it only had to curve twice, looking sowhat like a fighter using an elbow to block a punch and then turning the move into a punch.
Sage imdiately rolled sideways, sorsaulting away from attack. He bought himself a little more distance and attacked again. The four tendrils retracting and then swinging in to attack again. The black tar moved as it had before, the lower section of it twisting to bat away the tendrils while the upper section swooped in for another attack. The blue tendrils werent so simple this ti, and when the black ooze tried to swat them away their tips swiftly transford. They narrowed and flattened, suddenly changing color, it looked like frost ford on them as the ice blue ooze turned into a milky blue ice with a sharp edge. The ends of the tendrils turned into blades, slicing into the black tar. When they did, it was like a thin mbrane around the tar was sliced open and the dark liquid spilled out.
The spilled tar rely fell to the ground before seeping back to rejoining the pool beneath Sages opponent. It didnt cause any damage at all, but it did slow down the motion of the tar arm that was battling with Sage. Sage dodged away from it again, but it struck a bit closer to him than the first ti, smashing a small furrow into the ground. Bits of gravel and pulverized stone dropped from the black arm as it lifted back into the air. Sage recovered his footing and stabilized himself after the roll. The black tendril did the sa, swooping to the ground and gathering up more of the tar, its surface appearing once more unmarred and undamaged, but a bit larger than before. It grew to about five feet wide before attacking again. The cloaked figure lifted their arms, fingers curled like a puppeteer controlling a marionette. Then they thrust their hand forward and the huge liquid snake rushed towards Sage.
It was a completely different type of attack this ti, it advanced like water rushing down a pipe. Smashing directly forward without any twists or turns. Sage ford the Blue Icesilver into blades and slashed at the front of it, piercing the smooth surface and causing tar to spill out like before. Unfortunately, that didnt slow it down in the least, the tar that spilled only fell into the wave that was already sweeping forward. The very tip of the spear was dulled, but the tar behind pushed it like a freight train.
He dove out of the way and the back of the huge black oil swung out to the side like a big rig jack knifing, or a train derailing. The snake like tar striking him with its tail. Or at least thats what he saw with Foresight. Every thod he used to dodge t the sa result. His four blue tendrils swiftly retracted and instead smashed into the ground around him at the four compass points. He poured Qi into them and they rapidly expanded, swelling up until they covered him like the petals of a flower. Just before the battering ram of tar struck him, their outer edges hardened and the dark liquid rushed over him like a tide. He was completely subrged beneath it. He could even sense it drilling into the ground around him and he also extended the Blue Icesilver to form a complete shell around himself. The tar engulfed him and started to squeeze. He responded by expanding the Blue Icesilver, forming spikes beneath the surface and then retracting them so the black tar impaled itself upon them from every direction.
The tar lost cohesion and the pressure went away. At least for a mont, before it picked back up again. The liquid closest to him was inert, but a few feet away a sort of sphere ford and it squeezed from all sides, using hydraulic pressure to exert force against him. It even lifted his shell of Blue Icesilver from the ground and held it up. He felt himself moving across the ground. When it stopped he seed quite helpless in the little cocoon of milky blue ice. Then, the pressure reduced and he felt a small tunnel open at the side of the black tar. A tiny passageway to the outside. He slightly pulled back the Blue Icesilver in the sa place and after a mont he found himself looking at the hooded face of his cloaked foe.
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